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"Oh Hark" -Lyrics -Lyric -Lisa. I bet he couldn’t do any better. An unrelieved black, shiny, gleaming, but black.

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How thin and clear / and thinner clearer farther going (verso, mount) lower left, handwritten in pencil: From life lower center, handwritten in black ink: The strings were black, again.

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Oh, hark, the guns are shooting in the dark! Oh hark the choir invisible.

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The metal fittings were black. My tail is down, my ears are flat, i'm trembling here outside the door, oh, don't.

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Time and again, i come across a book which will daunt me, throw obstacles in my way and just make my life pure hell just for the fun of it. Hark at them, gazing on me with their trusting little eyes.

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My tail is down, my ears are flat, i'm trembling here outside the door, oh, don't. (recto, mount) lower left, below image, handwritten in black ink:

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How thin and clear and thinner, clearer, farther going! The metal fittings were black. Sign up for our weekly new releases newsletter

I Bet He Couldn’t Do Any Better.

It is a high quality reprint, unframed, approximately 7.5x10 on 8.5x11 archival fine art paper, suitable for matting, framing and display. Buffy gets a very special gift for christmas. The strings were black, again.

There Was Not A Single Part Of It That Wasn’t Black.

My tail is down, my ears are flat, i'm trembling here outside the door, oh, don't. She had mixed feelings about the harp. One such book is oh hark!

Time And Again, I Come Across A Book Which Will Daunt Me, Throw Obstacles In My Way And Just Make My Life Pure Hell Just For The Fun Of It.

Hark!’s tracks danke #startnext by oh! Now he's playing with his air rifle, as through the park he walks and seeks his quarry to stalk. Probably long before 12:15 am on april 15, 1912.

Like A Gong Goes The Song Of The Lark Among The Bushes, While The Thrushes In Their Wisdom Each Hushes, And Alerted To His Target,

What do i hear tonight? Answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. He's finished his birthday trifle.