Erm. Anyway. Big, brown and fluffy. Also sweet. And tasty. And with a crazy look on your face and lots and lots of yellow icing on top. 8D
*noms on Muffin*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
"What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music." — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
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