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Julian and Dominic

Julian and Dominic

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June 10, 2013 · 8:02 am

The Experiment

Move over Benjamin Franklin!

The Experiment 8×10 is for sale in my ebay shop.

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High Flying 6″x16″ Framed

High Flying 6″x16″ in a gold vintage frame is listed in my ebay shop.

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High flying girl.

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High flying boy.

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High Flying Kite Flying Print

This is one of my favorite Slovly paintings.  I tried it out as a print and it turned out very nice indeed.  The print is on a 7″x5″ hp archival paper, the actual size of the image is 5 1/4″x5″.  etsy shop!

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High Fying Kite Flying Framed

A while back I did my High Flying Kite Flying series.  I finally had them framed.  Fairbank’s Frames did such a beautiful, professional job!  (and I love the “Julie’s friend” discount.)

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Thank you Mr. Vincent for working the hammer and nails.

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A Lady Whose Name was Fadora

A lady whose name was fadora,
took hold of a string on the floora,
before she could scream and let go of the thing It pulled her right out of the doora,
Fadora was yanked to the street,
yelling, “Stop me!” to each soul she’d meet,
But to her dismay, she was whisked on her way,
down the alley, and right off her feet,
As she flew through the air she clutched tight,
and held onto the string with her might,
the crown down below just watched her go,
for the string was tied to a kite,
So the moral, my friend, is quite clear,
if it’s littering string that you fear,
just leave the mess,
it’s better, I guess,
than high-flying, kite-flying, dear.
A lady whose name was Fadora,
Took hold of a string on the floora,
Before she could scream and let go of the thing,
It pulled her right out of the doora,
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Fadora was yanked to the street,
Yelling, “Stop me!” to each soul she’d meet,
But to her dismay, she was whisked on her way,
Down the alley, and right off her feet,
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As she flew through the air she clutched tight,
And held onto the string with her might,
The crowd down below just watched her go,
For the string was tied to a kite,
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So the moral, my friend, is quite clear,
If it’s littering string that you fear,
Just leave the mess,
It’s better, I guess,
Than high-flying, kite-flying, dear.

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