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Went to the orchestra tonight, All had tails, and gowns to floor, Distinctive sounds, sounded right. Came the end, conductor on guard, Lady’s cleavage focused on; Conductor’s baton now quite hard All’s well that bends well, saintly true, While conductor’s trousers? Steadily grew.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 5/15/2015 6:53:00 AM
oui oui all the way home you are funny
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Date: 5/14/2015 9:19:00 PM
the only baguette conducting the one in your basket
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Peter Lewis Holmes
Date: 5/14/2015 10:13:00 PM
oui oui!
Date: 5/14/2015 7:00:00 PM
Hi Peter, I am trying so hard to come up with a poem. All I get is POINT BLANK, over and over. Why I am telling you this, I don't know? Anyways, LOL, about the Conductor's baton. Sometimes, I wonder if one could keep the cool when orchestrating or just standing among the audience on such a night like this. Interesting thought. SKAT
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Peter Lewis Holmes
Date: 5/14/2015 8:46:00 PM
What does " point blank" mean to you?...write about it without thinking,,,,then pair it down until it makes sense to you...Peter