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IN THE BOTTLE

IN THE BOTTLE

Sparrowsong where are you?

Over here...

What are you doing?

Looking at this bottle...

Why?

The Shape is nice right?

You sound like my Mother...

You have such a nice shape why are you wearing that?

That's when I would say...

It's comfortable...

Bye Mom...

Close the door and...

I'm too far away...

I can't hear you...

You sure could turn your Mother Red...

When you heard someone's turning Blue...

My Mother could have used some of that...

Then she may not have been so Red...

I was thinking it couldn't be good for her heart...

Her heart was fine...

It was everything else...

What's with the Bottle?

​​​​​​I saw a picture of one that had a Note in it that said HELP...

I hoped it helped...

Then I started thinking how cool it must be to be a Genie...

You want to escape you go in the Bottle...

Sparrowsong you won't fit...

I know...

I could learn something in a Glass Making Class...

You and Glass?

They'll charge you for Liability Insurance plus bring your own...

I want to be a Wish Thrower...

A Wish Thrower?

I don't want to be rubbed three times, times however many people might say Hey...

My Turn...

If by chance one works...

Sparrowsong?

Yes...

I've never said this before...

I'm going to say it now...

You need to see a Doctor and get your imagination checked...

You say that with love?

sparrowsong Ice Queen

 

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