upon first bite: this sugar cookie
isn’t doing anything good. second
bite: oh, wow. wait, that wasn’t bad.
that was nice. maybe the first bite
was a fluke. third bite: oh, alright.
this is fine. in four five bites time
the cookie is gone and out of mind.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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