Last night, I dreamt that I wrote a poem. It was a kickass poem. Today I woke up and it wasn't true. I really wish that dream had been real.
I know, I know. Go forth and make it real!
Ha ha. Easier said than done.
A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika, Ms. Parker. - Salad and spoonfuls (I prefer spoonsful, but the world has passed me by) of green bean casserole, corn bread stuffing, sweet potato casserole, and Brussels...
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