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| photo by ana traina ~ 2011 ~ |
I'm fluttering off today for I have a very important date! But I want to leave you with this little utterance...
What do you suppose?
A bee sat on my nose.
Then what do you think?
He gave me a wink
And said, "I beg your pardon,
I thought you were the garden."
~English Rhyme
See you, tomorrowish and in the mean time keeping on Zingertaling!
Scribbled by a dizzy gnomette, Minsister of Belle-Lettres!
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