Me and my shadow. . . strolling down the avenue. . .
and into the art gallery and to stop for a coffee and croissant
and to pick up some milk at the market and a couple lotto tickets and post a couple letters. . . ya ta ta ta ta ta. . .
Yeah, I had the song until life got in the way. Needs work.
However, Caesar, and Mrs Coops. . . a piece of advice. Just stay positive. Abstract art can be fun as well even if the dancer can't quite find her way onto the canvas for all the colored asteroids.
Funny idea.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream