tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post5503181530825027462..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Friday June 5th, 2009Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-17346832403169386282009-06-07T15:41:32.541-07:002009-06-07T15:41:32.541-07:00I took a different spin on it.
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"Ooh,"...I took a different spin on it.<br />---<br />"Ooh," she thought to herself happily as she flipped on the radio. "That's our song." She caressed herself gently, humming along softly with the short, sweet piece. The Chopin prelude that made her fall in love with that gorgeous nine-foot Steinway in the dining room.<br />---<br />I simply had to pay tribute to the first piece I played with Oliver (Chopin's Prelude No. 7 in A major, in case any of you are curious).g2 (la pianista irlandesa)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11746312007846172620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-39529913619175383862009-06-06T11:06:40.774-07:002009-06-06T11:06:40.774-07:00I like goooooold... I'll see what I can do :P
...I like goooooold... I'll see what I can do :P<br /><br />Tainted Love... ha! Nicely done. :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-88385443758137219232009-06-06T06:03:18.673-07:002009-06-06T06:03:18.673-07:00My vote is for solid gold pages for your year'...My vote is for solid gold pages for your year's anniversary!<br /><br />Your prose has a wistful feel to that's quite sweet :)<br /><br />They're playing our song<br /><br />June and Freddy sat opposite each other, in matching armchairs. June cocked her head to one side, listening to the radio.<br />"They're playing our song," she said, nodding happily.<br />Freddy, dead the last eighteen months, said nothing as the strains of <i>Tainted Love</i> filled the room.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com