He puts down his regular ax, his saxophone,
And begins to blast away on his shinny new thing,
Sopranio...
He closes his eyes, fingers flying and we start
...
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I don't like the haiku stuff and your short writings are less than stellar but your long writing is very good. My basic feeling is that there needs to be more. But hey, I can't complain about what you do put on paper. I call it prose. But what's in a name? Rather unique I'd say. GW62
Another delightful read. I love the words you made up. I like to do that, too, sometimes. Loved this one. kate