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'Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears...'
Lend me your ears? You can have them for nothing.
Ears, ears, ears, I'm so sick of ears! I've been making them all week. Squirrels ears, coyotes ears, ears for the spunky snow-wolf 'Don't you think they're a bit long? They make me look like a rabbit! ' You want shorter ears? You MAKE shorter ears.
Mouses' ears too. (or should that be mice's ears?)
I hate sewing, it fills me with fear. But once a year my Janome purrs day and night, and spools and spools of thread are filled and mischievous needles with minuscule eyes are threaded with difficulty and bespectacled concentration.
I think I need a break. Break a leg perhaps?
You're right, tonight's Opening Night, and tomorrow I can put away the sewing machine for another ear...
Alison Cassidy
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... ... (1/17/2008 4:54:00 AM)
Say what? ? ? Sweet lines, sweet music.... sewed with soul! ! Here's one grateful Mum appreciative of all your hard work.. |
Ewigi Liebe (12/30/2007 3:52:00 PM)
Awesome work, thanks with all my heart, As the sun shines bright above.
With gratitude and best wishes, And most of all, with love.
Mary |
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