delicate fingers pick at plastic seal with infinite grace.
she examines the delicacy for a moment before tasting it,
eyes closed to savour this one constant;
a pudding cup is never just a pudding cup.
she examines the delicacy for a moment before tasting it,
eyes closed to savour this one constant;
a pudding cup is never just a pudding cup.
Author notes
Told you, sis. -grins-
Next up is Sarah tripping up the stairs with all the grace of... something... very... graceful...
(Contest notes: Soo it was a choice between depressing you with something that DOES rhyme and not-depressing you with something that doesn't, and I chose this one. Sorry I didn't have both.)
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Comments
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adorable!
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Ahhhhh how sweet. Thank you for the memories, as i would taste the frosting on the cakes mother baked. I would do it close to the platter, so she would not notice my little finger. Yummy tasted wonderful. She always caught me. lol.




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Heehee. You're welcome, and thank you.
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Thanks for entering and good luck!
<3 Abi -
Such a simple thing turned into poetry.
Lovely.

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xD
WOW.
That was very. Wow.
*giggles very much*
You brightened my day with that.
It was enormously silly.
And sweet, in a weird way.
Love you sis.
:]

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Well, that was the point. -grins and huggles muchly- Loves. ^.^
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