Monday, May 12, 2008

All Seemed to Be Going Swimmingly...

birds chirped; the man arrived with flowers (daisies); there was indeed enough strawberry jam(!) at the bottom of the jar to sweeten up the sandwich, but then avalanche of essays. The woman was buried. She suspected it might be a very long time before she could again breathe without the impediment of a semicolon.

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