When you came you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread-
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
When you came you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread-
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
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Oh sorry. How are ya?
I guess for now I can get it myself.
*pours himself a mug, black, two sugars, and sits down at a table*
nah this is self serve here man.
Who wants a biscuit ?
Good morning sacerd!
No biscuit for me. I can't eat in the morning, I get nauseated.
*adds two more sugars to his now-refilled coffee*
*starts whistling, then starts washing the dirty cups up*
This morning is never going to ******g end....
Grrrrr.....
Ugh...
*Looks at newspaper, not really reading it.*
Muh...
*Lays head down on table and dozes off...*
Blech. Fluffy pancakes make me feel bloated. I can never finished a whole plate of them.
Now crepes, on the other hand. I love crepes.
It's been a while since I made crepes. Grandmama showed me a long time ago though.
Okay, I'll make mostly blueberry pancakes, and maybe a few crepes.
Grrrr.... Quit teasin me with food!!!
It's a deal. Since you're making crepes just for me, I'll help.
*has a pair of homemade egg mcmuffins for breakfast*
You don't mind that I have to wear my pink apron and mix everything in my pink kitchenaide mixer, right? Because the kitchen is all my domain, LOL...
Everything that's possible is pink! Except the toaster, because I couldn't find one I liked...
I know, a gal liking to be in the kitchen... Gloria Steinem just cried a little again.
I don't wanna go to work...
anyway....who want's a IV Bag of caffiene?
Only if I get to wear a pink apron too!
I am the prettiest princess!
Oooh avatar change.
Thanks for cleaning up the cups, there chap.
Okay, but I think we both need tiaras.
Or matching nailpolish.
OMG OMG OMG TIARAS totally
You can be the Cheryl Frasier to my Gracie Lou Freebush.
So how is everyone?
*laughs and snorts*
A Decade by Amy Lowell
When you came you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread-
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
*dons beret, snaps fingers approvingly*