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“I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don’t know where it’s going to lead me, but I follow it” Grace Jones
Yellow for Daily Photo
“Hello!
I am called,
Yellow
I don’t play the cello
But I do like jell-o
Join me dear fellow
And let’s all mellow”
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Daily Photos for Wednesday
“There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept” Ansel Adams
Lush
Lush
Painted, with a soft brush
Adding some blush
Feeling the rush
Through my veins gush
Now time to hush
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White and Blue for Daily Photo
“Blue jeans, white shirt, I’ll be like James Dean” Gun Roswell
White with some Blue
Pretty, blooming and white
Against the sun’s bright
Sitting on the branch
Like patrons in a cafe in France
Cool against the blue
As I forgot to stir the stew
All this pretty
Is making me giddy
So let’s form a committee
And choose a new city
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White and Blue for Daily Photo
“Blue jeans, white shirt, I’ll be like James Dean” Gun Roswell
White with Rays of the Sun
The time is turning
The sun is burning
The bees are swarming
The flowers are performing
It is the time for learning
And forgetting the yearning
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“A bee is never as busy as it seems; it’s just that it can’t buzz any slower” Kin Hubbard
Busy as a Bee for Daily Photo
I’m a busy little bee
With no intention to flee
If you won’t stop that clicking
Then surely, sting I will thee!
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“My imagination is a twisted place” Taylor Swift
Twisted for Daily Photo
A view, somewhat twisted
Like a sinking ship, listed
The horizon, non-existed
Professionals going ballistic
“Surely, this image is a misfit”
Retorts the photo-puristic
Laughing, I call it surrealistic
Filled with characteristics
Never mind the statistics
Maybe I just feel fantastic
Even a little nostalgic
But I say, it is naturalistic
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Lilies of the Valley for Daily Photo
“I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!”
― Elizabeth Gaskell
Lilies of the Valley
She’s a Lily of the Valley
You, may call her Sally
Better not get to pally
Or out you will dilly-dally
Soon, the others Sally will rally
There will be quite a tally
They will gather in the alley
Then go for a beer to O’Malley’s
The tallest tale ever spun verbally
When Sally recounted her tally
Singing, dancing in a few galleys
Some say, it was so loud, they heard it in Cali
This will be the finale
Of a tale of a Lily called Sally
I heard she moved her locale
Last seen, in Napa Valley
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Lilies of the Valley for Daily Photo
“I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!”
― Elizabeth Gaskell
Lilies of the Valley
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
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Red, Red Roses for Daily Photo
“If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: ‘I’m cheap!’ Delta Burke
Close Up
“I am ready for my close-up, Ms Photographer Lady!”
No clicks of the shutter can be heard
“Hey lady! Over here! See, pretty as hell!”
Still nothing
“Hey miss-wannabe-photo-snapper, I am standing here, waiting… My time is not cheap you know!”
And yet no luck…
“OK, so now I am really getting pissed: Get your big butt over here and snap some pix, PRONTO!”
The pix-snapper finally reacts: “OK, OK, don’t get your knickers in a twist: I was just polishing my lens…”
“Gee, what a diva…”
“Snap, snap, snap… a presto!”
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Red, Red Roses for Daily Photo
“If you want to say it with flowers, a single rose says: ‘I’m cheap!’ Delta Burke
Solo
Flying solo
When ever the wind blows
And not even snow
Will make me loose my glow….
…Unless I have to stop and my nose blow!
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