A bird is to poetry, as existence is to life.
Posted March 8, 2009 by kenneturner in Photography, Poetry
Tagged with Birds
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WOW!!
Just like I remembered. Beautiful!
How come you never make me breakfast?
You know the answer — for you, breakfast is leftover dinner. Since you prefer leftovers, I guess I need to be preparing dinner — don’t respond to that!
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WOW!!
Just like I remembered. Beautiful!
How come you never make me breakfast?
You know the answer — for you, breakfast is leftover dinner. Since you prefer leftovers, I guess I need to be preparing dinner — don’t respond to that!