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(using your best Perry Como/ Matt Monro voice)
Aa…nyone
who sees her….
sooooon forgets
the Mow-na Liiisa.

Itt.would-take.
i-know…..
a Michael….angelowww
and he would need….
the glow of dawn…
that paints the sky above
to try in vain….
a portrait…
of my looo…ve…
Photo by Myra Lambino. Palm Springs Children’s Museum, California
Part of artwork by Z
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Symphonic Studies: Prelude
By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887)
(After Robert Schumann)
“Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July
Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea:
Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in harmony
With the wild, restless tone of air and sky.
Shall we not call him Prospero who held
In his enchanted hands the fateful key
Of that tempestuous hour’s mystery,
And with controlling wand our spirits spelled,
With him to wander by a sun-bright shore,
To hear fine, fairy voices, and to fly
With disembodied Ariel once more
Above earth’s wrack and ruin? Far and nigh
The laughter of the thunder echoed loud,
And harmless lightnings leapt from cloud to cloud.”
Photo by Myra Lambino of storm clouds over Malibu Beach, California
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