freshly basked, make you toasty
when it's cold, or so I'm
told. These just
look at me quizzically.
No, mustn't act rashly.
Must it be none? Not even
one? The browned and crisp
crowns seem to frown
at my indecision.
Outside the sun winks - almost,
I think - and I say "Nuffink."
eli
Friday, April 04, 2008
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2 comments:
Lol eli you're slowly going mad but I must say you're writing brilliantly. I think it's an ok trade-off. I promise to stop you from baking your own head, also.
adam
LOL. thanks very much. don't be alarmed sharon, this isn't what i meant when i said we should have a baking party!
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