forty gallons of sap
Salutations! These are the ramblings of an amateur epeolatrist.
Monday, September 12, 2011
A dose of silliness helps reality go up ~*~
I’m all feathers and chicken bones today.
A mite could devour
In a nano-gulp, a micro-breath—
I barely qualified as an appetizer.
S. E. Page
Diary of a Writing Wench
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