Monday, November 3, 2008

To kick things off we have a old lady that's as wrinkly as the wet clothing she is trying to dry. "The spring air spun the spic and span draped sheets twisting, turning and knotting them together" I wish I could find the actual phrase from the poem but my search has been fruitless, instead I had to paraphrase.

1 comment:

Cabbagethief said...

mirella this laundry lady is so gorgeous... I would really love to see it colored