For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Far Away & Missing You

My tasty
Melton Mobray;

my crusty
            savory
hot water
            pastry
hand raised
pie
    of
        pork and
        ...  jelly.



Learn a little bit of Turkish: Karga (Crow)
Karga demiş: "Benim ak pak evladim".
Crow said: "My pure white son."
(Everyone thinks their child is beautiful)

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