not so secret ingredient, a subtle generator of life, and success?
some mornings worn, we gather to eat the warmness. to revive.
is it the mustard that makes us manic & laugh at every tom, dick
was it the old grain that cleansed the guts of it all, to start afresh.
there was no voting here, nothing is contested. he cuts my front
lawn each week, alternating strimming and mowing. the solar
lights get broke. we do not mind they are only one pound from a