Friday Random Ten
(with a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan)
A bit more abstract this week – first lines only:
- Where have you gone, my Rosealia?
- Here’s to all you ragged ones and torn
- Don’t give me answers or I would refuse
- Working all day for a mean little man
- History repeats the old conceits
- Look at all the toys I got
- Feel the bitter tears fall from your eyes
- Take these shoes, click-clacking down some deadend street
- What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone
- Love is tragic, love is bold*
Friday visitors to this list may have noticed the lack of a tenth entry; for some reason I lopped it off before I posted the entry and didn’t ever look at the entry after posting, until Saturday morning. Anyway, now that I’m back, I’ll link to a few other listers who had the courtesy to actually post titles:
Ben (who knows #9 on this list)
Brian (who had the Pixies)
Ellen (at least she has Listen Like Thieves…)
Jess (who goes classical this week)
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