Food For ThoughtThu 07 May 2015 by Rick Gilmore
yes she cranked the handle but the meat and potato man put his heart in the grinder and no one saved the pink spaghetti strands for chili.
he could have had his cake and eaten humble pie or worn it as a badge of honorable intent. instead he tasted just desserts that fate sandwiched between margaritaville and a cheeseburger in paradise.
full of gumption Forest's mother disparaged the integrity of chocolates. Me, I find it a mixed bag of lettuce with dressing on the side.
You're more likely to find a happy meal in strawberry or key lime -- sweetness that don't need no rhyme. Eden Earth yields galactically good fruit. (Kpax swallowed it rind and all.) Eve murmurs amen, and knowing smilingly says bone appetite my cherry. Be my eye's apple. I'll be the salt of your Earth.