G blows his own trumpet. He plays lots of tunes. He doesn't play the Archers yet. But he's only been playing for 5 years.
I watch him play. I dance a bit. I go right up to the trumpet and look inside. I can hear the music but I can’t see it. I think G hides it from me. He’s naughty like that.
Wednesday, 15 August 2007
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