Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can almost think that you're seein' double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs...
...Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.
Happy birthday, Bobby.
full lyric, here
[vintage postcard image by D Sharon Pruitt/pinksherbert photography/for Creative Commons Use by poor people like, uh, nonprofits; Bob credit, here; random personal photographs in collage; someday, I'll find the flattering ones. Must be some sort of undermining thing.]
2 comments:
Are those photos pf you, G.? You are lovely. And, happy belated birthday to Mr. B.
xoxo
I'm only 9, 10 months late. Yes, TT. You're too nice. I look like a ghost. Yikes.
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