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Blessings more than I can count | FOOD fuels me to talk...
https://singaporegirl.wordpress.com/2015/06/13/blessings-more-than-i-can-count
FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. Blessings more than I can count. When everything goes wrong for me, or so, somehow it seems;. When life is unkind, and there’s an END to all my cherished dreams;. I tell myself this is not so, that I must not repine,. Since blessings more than I can count are mercifully mine! This entry was posted on June 13, 2015, in Others. Miss, missed, missing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). D's online stall.
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More from yesterday’s musings | FOOD fuels me to talk...
https://singaporegirl.wordpress.com/2015/06/01/more-from-yesterdays-musings
FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. More from yesterday’s musings. Bring me flesh and bring me wine. Today i must celebrate. For i’ve been liberated. We must cauterise to heal you say. Therefore i’m well again. Not healed. just a well. Where the wound had been. No scars to show the pain. I will fold you away. Like last year’s dress. Which has lost its chic. Send it to some. Till next time needing a dress. Envying your present owner now. When i say goodbye to you. To reach the end.
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Short & snappy | FOOD fuels me to talk...
https://singaporegirl.wordpress.com/2015/06/07/short-snappy
FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. I have no tears for you in case I need them for myself. Cars with sun tops are for drivers with bald pates. Why should a fact of life always be something nasty? Why can’t it be something good. When life is less than thrilling, even French lessons can give me a frisson. Anticipation is better than the real thing, but I’ve always had inferior taste. I sell the best hours of my life @ $100 per hour for 8 hours a day. Many things sell for a lot more.
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Miss, missed, missing.. | FOOD fuels me to talk...
https://singaporegirl.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/miss-missed-missing
FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. Miss, missed, missing. I have no apetite. Black upon a cooking pan. The stink of baby crap. Or warm nauseating Sunday. Steam rising from the Hot Point. Belly full with nappies. And my man’s shirts. Nor a belly distended. Yet you make me lack all these. This entry was posted on June 8, 2015, in Others. And tagged Hot Point. Blessings more than I can count →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Post teen drivel? | FOOD fuels me to talk...
https://singaporegirl.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/post-teen-drivel
FOOD fuels me to talk…. About food n food for thought…. My eyes meet yours across the room. My thoughts are so sure. Our lives should intertwine. Shroud them my lids. Before they betray a secret so intimate. As to bring a blush. More red than mao’s thoughts. To my unfamiliar cheek. My eyes catch yours. Spinning thoughts spin on. Do you like brahms. Or maybe bach’s haunting harpsichord. An Icelandic tale of love revenge. Coffee on a windless afternoon. And love on rainy days. We cast another glance. Creat...