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12/01/2009

Shakespeare and Chili con Carne

There is an endless list of what goes on in my domesticity.
I cook in my kitchen.
I direct in my living room.
I write in the study.
And in the bedroom....
In the bedroom...
In the bedroom...
Love sleeps on the pillows.
Love wakes in the morning.
Life rests at night.
Posted by Budapite at 08:27

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