A handful of cherries
She gave me in passing,
The wizened old woman,
And wished me good luck--
And again I was dreaming,
A boy in the sunshine,
And life but an orchard
Of cherries to pluck.
Wilfrid Wilson Gibson, "Cherries".
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How funny! I looked at this and thought it was so pretty, and I said to myself, "Picking berries!" Then, I found my word verification code was "Picks!"
I really love this one, C., very gentle in its vibration.
Thanks, cherry pie.
Heeheeheehee .
You're welcome, pumpkin. ;)
Ahh, a new and interesting creature, that is not genetically related to the others you have produced in your laboratory, Your Imperial Madness. :-D
As always, remember not to let it get outside.
Torale! Remember the pumpkin muffin? There are small genius ideas all around New York.
Will, His Imperial Frogness is working on a little creature responsible for the frog flu, and on its accidental escape.
Will: you're talking about ME, right? ;)
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