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Just Di
Monday, March 28
He was sittin there, his brush in hand...
painting waves as they danced upon the sand.
With every stroke he brought to life the deep blue
of the ocean against the morning sky.
I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes?
He said for 20 dollars I'll paint you anything...
Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it looked just the way I planned.
A little house on the edge of town,
porch going all away around.
Put me there in the front yard swing
in a cotton dress, make it early spring.
For a while he'll be mine again...
if you could paint me a Birmingham!
painting waves as they danced upon the sand.
With every stroke he brought to life the deep blue
of the ocean against the morning sky.
I asked him if he only painted ocean scenes?
He said for 20 dollars I'll paint you anything...
Could you paint me a Birmingham?
Make it looked just the way I planned.
A little house on the edge of town,
porch going all away around.
Put me there in the front yard swing
in a cotton dress, make it early spring.
For a while he'll be mine again...
if you could paint me a Birmingham!
Friday, March 18
Frankenstein
Art
Saturday, March 12
Just me
Baby cakes
