09-17-2023, 12:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-17-2023, 01:25 PM by Quixilated.)
Father Time hung her clouds up to dry
in the warmth of dawn’s whiskey-red sky,
then dipped down to Texas,
ate piggies for breakfast
with barbecued Thursdays on rye.
in the warmth of dawn’s whiskey-red sky,
then dipped down to Texas,
ate piggies for breakfast
with barbecued Thursdays on rye.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara