Don't get a seat by this door.Not unless you're used to a soar...
riigght outta your clo-th-es.
Doh-da-do, doh-da-do, here it is...
the loudest squeaking door in New York.
David Bailey imitation
Love folding sunglasses
The absent minded waiter
For Trad Dad - Places to sit down
Champagne and french fries after the vintage clothing show somewhere on 2nd Avenue. Lucky to snag an outdoor table on a perfect Saturday afternoon. Nothing bothered us until a squeaking apartment building door realigned my teeth. But there's hidden gold across the street.
Was the poem about the door supposed to be read to the tune of "The Only Living Boy in New York?"
ReplyDeleteIf not, oh well. If so, I adore that song.
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It's one of my favorites too hence the theft.
ReplyDeleteThat's nice to hear, it is such an underrated song, so few seem to appreciate it.
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Mr. Simon and Mr. Garfunkle wrote the soundtrack to my childhood. Love that song and I love this blog so much.
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