whenever I think of you
oh how I laugh
when I think how
I cried for you
poor little butterfly
you can’t get loving
where there ain’t no love
your eyes have told me so
.
Day 95 of 100 of an exhilarating challenge that combines my love for music and my desire that some day I will write yet again. The poem above is a collage of song titles that topped the charts throughout the year 1919. My stimulating goal is to create one “collage poem” every day for 100 consecutive days. 5 more to go…
Stream of happymess 
Sad one!😢
My Grandpa was born in 1919. He’s still alive!
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Yes, it very much is. Been feeling the blues lately so it fits perfectly with my current mood. 😉
Also, amazing to hear your grandpa is still alive! ❤️
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Hope you’re blues brighten up before too long 💙
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Thank you! And I hope the rest of your week is majestic beyond! ❤️
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