Coffee spare ribs, served with a dollop of cream. Sounds so strange but it's so very clever and worked perfectly!
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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
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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- *1194 - cat fart
- *1193 - from scratch pizza
- *1192 - the best part about strawberry mini wheats
- *1191 - steamy flapjacks
- *1190 - today's accomplishment
- *1189 - no more kitty
- *1188 - chez maman
- *1187 - improved fabric flowers
- *1186 - favorite rose and seals
- *1185 - burgers
- *1184 - don quixote
- *1183 - cutout wedges
- *1182 - coffee and cream
- *1181 - ame
- *1180 - pride
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