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Challenge
Take these lyrics and see what you can do. They're strange because they don't rhyme. But, if you read through them a few times musical imagery will begin to gather momentum.
I smashed my left hand, can't play, and decided while I'm on the mend I might otherwise make my usual nuisance felt. See if a song comes from this and, by the grace of creative license or mere artistic happenstance, render them any way befitting your muse. Untitled It’s Sunday once again A day that I observe To greet the folks I know While I sit in our town square I sip a cup of coffee And read the local news Familiar voices say hello And we talk about things There’s old Mrs Stevens Leaning on her walker to talk She tells her nurse Elizabeth To take a little stroll She talks about the kids these days And scolds their parents good She‘s paid her dues the hard way Just listen, and you’ll know Mr. Peters sits a while Talking mostly sports He always knows the best plays I’m told he was a coach There’s a garden in the square And a Sherman tank nearby Mr. Colby knows it’s story Old soldiers usually do Then Mrs. Allen soon appears And asks me how I am She goes on about home remedies But, you know, I’m always fine John will stand and wave his hands Going on with his views And what’s best for our nation He’s a man of his time Ed and Sue always walk Hand-in-hand like kids Old now and inseparable Behind my smile I feel alone Margaret never says too much Going home from church She lost her husband in a war She’s been lost ever since Sunday brings them all to me Through the day in the square I help them reminisce or Just lend an ear, a nod and smile And I’ve sat upon this park bench Each Sunday a couple years And have say I’ve enjoyed Each and every one |