Monday, March 25, 2013

Batter

Batter

In every cake,
a world of destruction.
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  1. Cupcake MurphyMarch 25, 2013 at 10:54 AM

    Love this. It's as if those eight words were meant to find each other and be arranged by you.

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  2. MaureenMarch 25, 2013 at 12:43 PM

    Love this tiny poem.

    And those marvelous paintings by Haverson.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 27, 2013 at 8:01 AM

    I like this!

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