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Originally posted by Sergio
Heres something happy I wrote a while back. Hope you like.
so many, what to do with them all?
Biscuits everywhere. Where did they come from? Not a tea kettle in sight. Why at a time like this? Where do I begin. I can't even think with biscuits covering every inch of my view.
Ahhh I discovered a note. She made them for me. She made me biscuits. How wonderful how full of joy and love to know these biscuits are all for me. But still I am slightly sad. No tea for my biscuits? No tea I see. Then a whisper. I turn my head and see her standing bare with nothing but a tea kettle in her grasp. Ahh Tea held by her hand to drink with the beautiful biscuits she had crafted and baked for me alone.
Life has never been so surprisingly wonderful when the biscuits are all for me.
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Fuck the biscuits Serg, grab the bitch.