one dot not two? these things they tell me, i cannot repeat.
for fear of losing my job. i had thought of retiring, leaving
this thought only lasted a while, while one does not remember
what i do, the other
asks me to be happy. though i cannot tell you what i know.
i can say that the scone was delicious, cheese with a secret
herb recipe, and two whole pats of butter. she said it
good as i was so hungry, only one toast at breakfast.
oh my dear, you hide your light under that bushel, for
you are a splendid cook, and so pretty.
so i cannot tell you what was said yesterday. oh god of