Too light, too bright, too tight! The cleaner entered the shed by the woodpile only to be doused with the might of a conventional bedmaker in full fright come upon the garden of delight in full daylight.
Whimsy. Whimsy gave her dog a bone because her cupboard was bare of brass tacks to pin the tail on the jackass in the adjoining room who spent all hours of the night adjoining with who knows what and where. Yellow would only take them so far, but they were all out of the other colors of the full spectrum of visible light. Visible plight of the lonely and lovely, hardened by years of inexperience amassed against the demise of popular culture.
The vultures squared the cube but could not dodecahedron the circle due to the instinctual cleaner who had remained in the woodshed with the dim bulb of paradise who had only just returned from a dozen years in the madhouse. Aren’t we all!?!?
Originally published November 16, 2023
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Such fun!
Gwen.
It is, isn’t it? Thanks!
Very nice
Amazing
My brain, …it’s following on, …but leaving me behind, …💫😅💫
how about a nice dinner in a nice restaurant on the Thames in London, what would be your preferred wine?