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.
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4 comments:
Was the poem about the door supposed to be read to the tune of "The Only Living Boy in New York?"
If not, oh well. If so, I adore that song.
E
It's one of my favorites too hence the theft.
That's nice to hear, it is such an underrated song, so few seem to appreciate it.
E
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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