"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail! See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance: They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance?"
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Where I'd Rather Be
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans? And miss it each night and day...
1 comment:
it's like missing fried bread with powdered sugar and...a cup of coffee! nothing a little funnel cake couldn't cure.
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