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what’s that in the sky?
Is it an Angel or spy?
It’s bird poop——I cried!
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The Portrait of Matteo
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
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Comments (9)
I laughed so hard I cried. After reading so many sad haiku's - this was a nice change. Nicely Done!!
You had me lost for good from the laughter... Success!
I hope it didn't get in your eye... Well-wrought!
💕Hilarious
Hahahahahahahaha that was hilarious!
Lol. Well done. I got it on the head once. Thankfully I was wearing a hood.
Thanks for the smile and laugh
Brilliant! 😁
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