First Enamored: Can you promise me the universe, Saul? Can you promise me all the stars in the glittering sky, sailing ships and rainstorms and tall willow trees?
Second Same: (bashful) Well… I can promise you my auntie Jemimah’s peachpricot pie!
First: Capital!
Lettres
Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.
A Springtime Scene
Penned upon the 15th of January, 2008
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