A glimpse of stacked cane chairs under the sun, got me whipping my digicam out before the bus could move.
If chairs have but feeling, in holding such charms, A thrill must have pass'd through your wither'd old arms!
I look'd, and I long'd, and I wish'd in despair;
I wished myself turn'd to a cane-bottom'd chair.
I look'd, and I long'd, and I wish'd in despair;
I wished myself turn'd to a cane-bottom'd chair.
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1 comments:
Quite a different pic... You have the eye to find uniqueness in common things.... A good photographer in the making...
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