Broadway Legend Joined: 1/14/05
Good morning Addy, G and C. Nice weekends for all? We had a nice time, nothing special.
Hi, brd!
Yes, I had a mostly lovely weekend.
Sometimes not doing anything special is the nicest of all...
Hi brd!
:)
Ah! Audrey's back.
She is, Glebby.
I decided I needed a little Holly in my world right now.
Yay Adrey! :)
Hi all.
Addy - you don't have the mean reds do you? I thought Audrey would at least be sporting a pink head scarf.
Yes, it made be happy to bring Audrey back.
Mamie, no mean reds today. (That was last week.
) I'll have to figure out how to add a touch of pink. When the weather gets warmer I'll bring back Audrey with the pink hat...
Oh Audrey with the pink hat is my favorite!
I love Audrey with balloons too, but Addy what about the lady on the cloud?
Glebby, for you, my dear... anything!
I promise to bring them all back!
I'm just in a huckleberry friend kind of mood tonight.
:)
*mwah*
:)
*mwah* *mwah*
Waitin round the bend...
You could save this for later - when you're feeling slightly pinkish...
awww Mamie, you're a treasure.
oh Mamie!
I love it so much!
THANK YOU!
*throws her arms around Mamie to give her a big hug*
...looking down and blushing... (pink)
<--- Perfect.
I love it.
Thank you.
All together now:
Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.
Good night Addy!!! You too Mamie, my pillow is calling me to sleep.
Broadway Legend Joined: 1/14/05
Moon River reminded me of:
226. Spoon River Anthology
Archibald Higbie
By Edgar Lee Masters
I LOATHED you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you,
I was ashamed of you. I despised you
As the place of my nativity.
And there in Rome, among the artists,
Speaking Italian, speaking French, 5
I seemed to myself at times to be free
Of every trace of my origin.
I seemed to be reaching the heights of art
And to breathe the air that the masters breathed,
And to see the world with their eyes. 10
But still they’d pass my work and say:
“What are you driving at, my friend?
Sometimes the face looks like Apollo’s,
At others it has a trace of Lincoln’s.”
There was no culture, you know, in Spoon River, 15
And I burned with shame and held my peace.
And what could I do, all covered over
And weighted down with western soil,
Except aspire, and pray for another
Birth in the world, with all of Spoon River 20
Rooted out of my soul?
Addy, I'm pink like you!
Thanks M!
oh, Glebby!
We should dance!!
Thank you, Mamie.
And, good night to mom.
And, brd...I've never heard that before!
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