i had a bad day at the printshop

Oct 27, 2008 19:30

Yesterday evening dear old Grandma let the Mormon Family SIngers accompany us to services just right before I went out and got my great new dress with the Blue Ribbons lining my clavicles with a great wondrous sweep of the arm and the sea and under the bridge near the old fire station (Father never let us play there until all the mugworms were cleared away and the Sanitation Man paid a visit) we would hold rounds of games with firebrick leaves as playing cards and oh no! the maple no longer represents a queen

who knew chestnut chutney spoils if you leave it out at night? nor I or the other, and this I tell all who Enquire Within" but by every jove on the handrocket, your teeth will surely rot and fall from your face if you keep that sort of behaviour from falling through the cracks! and nary was there a single new whisker for every four and four fourths lion to rumble past the shedyard;

i will keep the iron locket mama put in the hole in the rock and stuff it with cranberry leaves every three weeks before harvest to Ensure we all succumb to the loveliest possible orange-tints, just remember to contract our very best for every spider in the attic
there are two on the floor below me
and last night i tripped and fell from the cellophane tower above the ridge
and drowned so very slowly in the tar
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