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First, throw in heaps of leotards and tights, Piles of pointe shoes and old band aids. Follow that with boxes and boxes full of shiny, rainbow colored dance costumes. Then stacks of bills for the cortisone shots that saved arthritic hips. Boil away all traces of emotion, No one likes a soup salted with painful memories. Add a pinch of the cash father sent every month just to keep mother off his back. Allow a glance at family pictures where everyone is smiling before they get thrown into the *** Mixing with the remnants to create a strange soup. A deck of cards next, I think, with some Kibi for a Middle Eastern flair. Now turn down the heat so that lovely burning boil becomes just a simmer of anger and Go find the crates of things better left unsaid. Rummage through the “OFF LIMITS” box, pull out the nightgowns Uncle loved too much and throw those in as well, Just for fun.
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Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 1:27 AM UTC
How to make soup.
First, throw in heaps of leotards and tights, Piles of pointe shoes and old band aids. Follow that with boxes and boxes full of shiny, rainbow colored dance costumes. Then stacks of bills for the cortisone shots that saved arthritic hips. Boil away all traces of emotion, No one likes a soup salted with painful memories. Add a pinch of the cash father sent every month just to keep mother off his back. Allow a glance at family pictures where everyone is smiling before they get thrown into the *** Mixing with the remnants to create a strange soup. A deck of cards next, I think, with some Kibi for a Middle Eastern flair. Now turn down the heat so that lovely burning boil becomes just a simmer of anger and Go find the crates of things better left unsaid. Rummage through the “OFF LIMITS” box, pull out the nightgowns Uncle loved too much and throw those in as well, Just for fun.
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Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 1:27 AM UTC
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