28 October 2012
300th Opuss! Time does fly! I was wondering what to do for this special piece, when I finally decided to do something 300y!
300 clocks are ticking, All with different results, Now I'm meant to be picking, The one without the fault,
300 rocks are dropping, But hidden is something nice, So soon I'll be stopping, To look for my prize,
300 needles are guarding, One little speck of hay, So I'll be looking hard in, The needles to find my way,
300 cups are spilling, All in a perfect straight line, But now if I'm willing, Instead of blood, I'll find wine.
300 • Opuss № I