Tonight I thought, I buttered the breads too much...
so much...that it became greasy like the mind of a cobbler, always thinking about the passerby shoes and cut laces...it surely does not deserve this thinking., but this is the cause of a late night thought, I am taken to the streets of Canon-de-core in Brazil, where ripe yellow bananas and honey dips beat the caramelized popcorns in the carribean...the contest is great.
Beautiful is only an adjective too less to describe the travel of the words between two islands of classical comparisons.
ReplyDeleteIt is an adjective too big to me.
ReplyDeleteMr.Anonymous, can you answer me this question...since you have been blogging too....
Where does the wind that start from the East meet? and whom?
It probably meets midway between affection & tender liking
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