impoverished
by an ingrained sense
of impoverishment
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
impoverished
by an ingrained sense
of impoverishment
Satire
Satie
Sartre
…
so very French
dated
Not just musically speaking
4th CHORD
Stacked neatly
Bitchin’
Flute
Fries
It’s been a month of “last” tomato sandwiches, each day a surprise blessing.
There have even been at least two “final” rounds with a lawn mower, not that I’m complaining.
And now I’m out on the last cruise of the schooner season.
Cruel
Duel