Sunday, June 05, 2005
red robin
he was flambouyant like the mustangs of 1954,roaring away on route 66,leaving sand and dust behind.he swings and sway to the rumble of ol blue eyes,the wail of trumpets of luis armstrong,the smooth ,suave voice of dean martin.Blowing in the wind,bobbie boy said; i'll love you forever my beloved grand uncle sang for he did have a voice of thunder and bass , he grab the cup made of pure silver piuter which looked like the oscar's man.he sang this song to pursue his love, now 65 years later he sang it to her again on one lunar year as we watched, in awe and tearful eyes as his smooth, powering voice echoed the room of yellow lights and yellow walls,with chinese artworks aligned single file,
the red robin has rose again.
the red robin has rose again.
# posted by i am may : 3:05 AM
