March 1973
If I could dance like Caruso, sing like Picasso or paint like Astaire, I'd be even more unhappy than I already am.
Picture: Javier-Rodriguez
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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
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Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
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