A loud voice or a haunting melody.
A sweeping lyric.
A broom.
A harp.
One misty mountain morning, yawning before breakfast, I drank coffee with aristocrats and dishwashers.
Part one and part two.
The end.
daily inspiration - by Roger Ellman
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