(yet another one set off by the potterfan...) (i think i borrowed her voice, too....i promise i'll return it...) ~~~ I have hidden myself under the table, waiting for scraps to fall from the mouths of the masters. I am trying not to get kicked, trying to be the one to find the drumstick but mostly I find crumbs and dust.
I hope ‘she’ gets the royalties! May you fill your mouth and soul with chicken and not with crumbs and dust my friend.
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Well, some Thai food would be nice too….
Thanks Mums–
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I must have a sick sense of humor, because this one seems mordant to me. I love it.
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Well, I’d say it has a little bite to it–
Thanks D–
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Oh, this is perfect. Our poems are now twins – born of the same voice 🙂
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I don’t know about that P-word, but …. thanks Nat–
Oh, and by the way, Tag! You’re it!
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