"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
A New Cliche
My mother always hoped I'd sleep like a bug in a rug.
I'd be happy to sleep like a cat in a basket. Tigger knows comfort.
My mother always hoped I'd sleep like a bug in a rug.
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