When I get older losing my hair, many years from now, will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I’d been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?
Oooh, you’ll be older too. And if you say the word, I could stay with you. I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside; Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?
Contrasting tones of red and blue create a distinctive mood, contributing to and emphasizing an aesthetic or emotional atmosphere. Is it romance, mystery, or nostalgia of some sort?
Walking in the park just the other day, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sitting on the grass with flowers in their hair.
Think of some definite object – suppose, as you sat down to it this morning, it is your breakfast-table. Consider carefully the picture that rises in your mind’s eye. Is the image dim, or clear? Are the colors of whatever may have been on the table, quite distinct & natural?
