The girlettes say they are independent but really I am their indispensable valet, in Jeeves like fashion.
They don’t give orders, oh no, they just exert subtle doll desires, such as to unpack their raincoats so they could go play on the rainy doorstep at Apartment 320 this morning…
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A clean sweep for my new independence!
Duke Ellington and Ivie Anderson concur:
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(Ivie, not Ivy, is the usual spelling).
MICHAEL: Oh, that's perfect! "Get yourself a new broom... and sweep the blues away."
ReplyDeleteThanks!
--Fresca
Yes! I can hear the song in my head now!!❤️
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