The little eagle in her nest does wish to spread her wings The lofty height of baskets made the abode from which she sings The first flight a scary trip the maiden voyage made the greatest journey that one takes from memory never fade So eager to jump from the safe into the unknown sky to fly with buzzards, ravens, crows, to see things from so high The eaglet lifts up from the pad to ...
French Mélodies Part 3 I was looking over my CD shelves today and found myself somewhat (OK... not really) surprised that I own far more music by Russian composers than I do by French composers... in spite of my expressed preference (and in spite of the fact that my collection of the greatest Russian composer, Tchaikovsky, is woefully malnourished). What I have come to recognize is that there is a huge gaping void in French music that limits the amount of music I have by French composers ...
Updated 02-14-2010 at 07:38 PM by stlukesguild
Give Me Only Your Words There are those impressed with jewels of gold which shine within the external light but beneath they are cold and in the darkness become dull, in time even those most costly can start to erode. Some may desire fresh smelling flowers, and they are pretty in their colors at least for a while, but not long lasting and soon will start to wither and die and beneath their exterior ...
IDIOT SIGHTING When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. 'Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'it's open!' His reply: 'I know. I already got that side.' This was at the ...
The big shape thrust forward. It was something he had said, something he had done to make him this way, but he didn't know what as the son stepped backward at the top of the stairs. "You think your big? Come on hit me! Hit me right here!" The big shape that was his father leaned towards him and stuck out his hairy chin pointing and demanding. "Hit me! Kill me!" He withdrew a rusty pistol from behind a pile of papers on the floor. He tauntingly shoved ...
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