Novena to Sta. Barbra proves fruitless
I simply gotta march,
My heart’s a drummer.
Don’t bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
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My heart’s a drummer.
Don’t bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
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Yeah, right.
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- John
- Key West, Conch Republic
- But enough about me. (Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.) What about you? Where is your Oz? ■ ■ ■ You can click on most photos for larger views, then simply go BACK. ■ ■ email: suenitos at gmail dot com ■
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- Seeing red
- Another country
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- À bas la résistance
- Getting a leg up
- Grotesque? But yes!
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- Ripoff artists
- Alfa update: Art critic hits the road
- Turning up the volume in the den
- Finally diving in
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- Novena to Sta. Barbra proves fruitless
- Waiting for the laundry
- Hipster
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- Geometries of light
- A.M., noon, P.M., evening
- One, two, whee!
- Big gulp
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