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Purple Car<\/strong><\/p>\n I wish I had a purple car People would say: \u201cThat\u2019s a delightful combination!\u201d Just like the did in the days of Franz Liszt. (1800 like a little God. If you don\u2019t believe me, look it up. If I am wrong, you can punch me in the face.<\/p>\n If I am right, you can punch me in the face anyway.<\/p>\n Sometimes I feel like my face could in this life, other than imagine purple and lemon If only I could play the piano and lost one glove <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ricky Garni <\/strong>was born in Miami and grew up in Florida and Maine. He works as a graphic designer by day and writes music by night. COO, a tiny collection of short prose printed on college lined paper with found materials such as coins, stamps, was recently released by Bitterzoet Press<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Purple Car I wish I had a purple car because it would look so good as I drove by holding a lemon sherbet cup People would say: \u201cThat\u2019s a delightful combination!\u201d while others might throw their undergarments in joy Just like the did in the days of Franz Liszt. (1800 something.) But […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12710","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12710","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12710"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12710\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13553,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12710\/revisions\/13553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12710"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12710"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12710"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nbecause it would look so good
\nas I drove by holding a lemon sherbet cup<\/p>\n
\nwhile others might throw their undergarments in joy<\/p>\n
\nsomething.) But not at everybody. Only at Franz.
\nThat sexy man simply knew how to play the piano<\/p>\n
\nGarments were thrown. Ladies fainted.
\nBlows were exchanged. A glove was lost.
\nUn Petit Dieu!<\/p>\n
\nuse a good punch. After all, what have I done<\/p>\n
\ntogether, tell you my little stories, as you were
\nI was and why \u2013 nothing else<\/p>\n
\nlike Franz Liszt before he died<\/p>\n
\nand then another<\/p>\n