I've grown accustomed to her face. She almost makes the day begin. I've grown accustomed to the tune that She whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, Her ups, her downs Are second nature to me now; Like breathing out and breathing in. I was serenely independent and content before we met; Surely I could always be that way again- And yet I've grown accustomed to her look; Accustomed to her voice; Accustomed to her face.
Longest title ever! Where am I, Piggy's? LOL. Nice picture.
ReplyDeleteMom?!?
ReplyDeleteAh yes I recall that study, produced by Cod et al. was it? I believe it produced some incredibly revealing results.
ReplyDeleteAs a scholar in this field, I find your monograph and subject matter to be of great interest and ask that you submit your research for peer review.
ReplyDeleteCan I take that with me when we go over the cliff?
ReplyDeleteThat is simply magnificent...
ReplyDeleteGod I love science!
ReplyDeleteBut.....but.....but......
ReplyDeleteScience? It looks like a work of art to me
ReplyDeleteit is indeed art and a reaffirmation that there may well be a god; for this wondrous creation is surely a wonder of the world.
ReplyDeleteplus it makes me happy
A veritable tour de force of verbal obfuscation, plus a few evil portents,
ReplyDeletefull of sound and fury, and signifying quite a lot, actually.
A well rounded analysis, it appears.
ReplyDeleteI think Alan Jay Lerner said it best:
ReplyDeleteI've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.