IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

Saturday, August 27, 2022

This Cake Cracks Me Up


 This cake don't carry no gamblers.  This cake is a broken-hearted melody.

It hasn't seen better days.  It has only seen one day and that one was rough.

Its broken.  But you can sure see that its a heart.

Lying there all full of hope and chocolatey determination,

it both persists and endures!

This one has some owies today and also must take off for Seattle after the morning ripens a bit more, to succor sick femme offspring.


PS, I don't propound all his words.  Just a good old song.



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