by E.O. | Mar 2, 2018 | Pastried Mothballs
Pastried Mothballs Seven pastried mothballs brumbled down a banister— pecked up, then, by Loretta Hen and cached inside a canister. (This seems to be a nursery rhyme that makes no sense, at all, and yet we smile and realize we’re having quite a ball, so carry on) and...
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