Imagine that all 206 bones in your body are different instruments in the symphony of you.
Trombone bones, piccolo bones. Pianissimo bones, rhapsodic bones.
Bones seedscattering kabooming blooms of loud & luscious songlove bones.
Or maybe you’ve got good omen bones, enjoy the taste of homecooking bones.
Bones glowing like a Van Gogh nightlight. Bones doubling as billyclubs to pummel away those blues bones.
Open-road bones, home-sweet-home bones. Dream bones, tree bones.
Bones that would never hurl a baby from a bridge, or swindle the elderly out of pension checks.
Beatific bones. Beat the drum bones. Rock ‘n roll bones. Like a rolling stone bones.
But never, ever feeling like a complete unknown bones.
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