The insolent microphone

I found a microhone. It captures the smells of nature.

I asked her, but she was whispering to the D#4, when the note was slipping out of the door..
She couldn’t reply. I asked her to bring me the smell in a tiny box. The D#4 ripped off her head with flowers.

The C2 on the upper left part of the roof was responsible for her lull…

The police suddenly forced the show to cut off… She stayed alone speaking with the notes…
Where is this microphone?

You should drive north with the innocence of a daisy and the insolence of a poppy.
Where is this microphone?

Posted May 29, 2007 in