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As valses go, I prefer the Voices of Spring, and here it's summer already!
Anyone can wordplay, personally I wasn't whistling about being a party to your dress rehearsal (if that was ever in question), just contrasting the humanities with such a distingushed performing artist as yourself. ;)
Well, there was that time I dressed up in ladies leggings to keep the feet warm, as for seeking any port in a storm, that's about as far as we cross over. :)
Next, I'll have to try putting my foot in the mouth, to contrast feats of yoga, and to compliment our virtual embrace of eastern philosophy (I could put a cookie between my toes for encouragement).
There isn't much of a divide between the performance art and the lived life for this hextra herrestrial. I suppose anyone can word play, but I wouldn't say it's everyone's gift. Yours, it is. There is a difference (a significant one) between tights and leggings. I'm glad yours were leggings. If you put a mouth in your foot, then the toe cookie might be even more encouraging. Is it possible to gorge on the mouth in the mouth as it finds its fortune? The Voices of Spring are always sprinkled with fevers and hay for me. I prefer autumn and I expect this one will be particularly (fune)real. The a/ethereal sprite in me will need lots of black leggings and frocks as she crosses over. Must have been that fortune cookie that put its footnote in her mouth!
Encore to you too, lived life lady.
I suspect my leggings will make good running tights for that time of year, I'm unisexy that way (aren't we all). :)
Otherwise I'm feelin' about as slang as an ourang-outang, and must admit to having opposable toe envy (shouldn't we all).
Sounds like I've found something to whistle about (and you can say I toed ya so).
As for the wordplay, I like your hi-def mimicry (surely an inside joke).
Oh, you HAVE, indeed, been posting. But have you been to the post? It's been a while since I've gone postal, though the mail carrier would beg to ...defer. Is unisexy the new sexy? Sometimes I'm a little too floral and golden to be unisexy, but I try to mind my uni. Mostly, I'm unihexy (you should follow me on Twitter, unless that's not operaerobic enough for you-- I find that it is for me).I'm enjoying your tell tale heart and my fell fail dart. Irony is all around us; autumn approaches. I think the two are connected. But, then, autumn is always within me (leafy, rustling, the usual shushpects), so it's hard to tell let alone to fell.Here's to us, for enjoying the wordplane ride, though we're both insiders on (two different lightening bolts of) the storm.And to think you were somebody's student! Whistling, I imagine, while you quirked. I am out of hand. That is the problem. Hope to read you around sometime soon. :)
Well, I got some French lessons at the bookstore, so I'm still someone's student (my French teacher turned me down in middle school, so I'd lost interest for a while). Anyway, happy teaching...
And happy typing... I shall be cross culturalizing with an Indian language too, as a third tongue (for my third eye), FYI, my friend and fellow spiritual one.
Personally, I've typed enough in my native tongue to wet my whistle with such a dryness of humor (as a dry erase board) that you may read around my lips from this whiteface, and I'm up to date from the contact link, mate.
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