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Oops, I had the vaguest impression last night that I was blogging rubbish and talking rubbish to everybody around me and would be embarrassed when I woke up the next morning. Quite true. So that bimbotic post is safely deleted (I don't think many people would have looked between 2 am and 9 am anyway) and I am off to have french toast for breakfast. Which reminds me, I should really make french toast for breakfast when we call get too sick of milk and cereal :D French toast party in my room, anyone?
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
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