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#scones
the crisp edges satisfyingly crunchy. i bit into half a blueberry scone still warm from the oven. a new recipe you decided to try out. it tastes delicious. thanks mom.
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
Thanks, Mom.
Knife cuts the scone smooth Happy thoughts with bitter taste Fragrant memories
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Smooth
she sat in the center of her home becoming the heart of the halls the blood drifting in and out of the corridors, the clot that stood still in the living room unable to move to the next destination stuck staring at the dusty painting that haunted her tendency to fix that which does not need fixing, humming the delicate tune which ascended into the aorta of her kitchen, all the way to the apex of her attic and finally folding into itself like the towels in her chamber of cabinets, before unraveling out through the long vein of her chimney, the housewife who makes a living with sharpened bread knives and turning scones into christmas trees, who croons ancient love songs in her infinite spare time, and i wonder as i stare at her from underneath my book of russian poetry, how she holds up when the front door bursts opens and nature sings a solo to her heart.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
housewife
The sun is shining The birds are singing The wind is blowing The people are complaining It's England, what do you expect? Drink the tea, Eat the scones, Wear shorts in the cold, Trousers in the warmth, Everything is backwards, It's what we do for fun!
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
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