THE LAST TIME I PUT
CAKE IN A BLENDER
Like Marie Antoinette or someone else so brave,
my big mouth caused trouble in the army. I never
got up for taps. I always slept through reveille.
My motto was, 'don't do it if you can'.
Conundrums, forceful and bold.
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My last two weeks in Paris were spent in
two feet of snow - drifting, like a wave. It
curled and it twisted. No one knew a thing
about safety, or what they should be doing.
The men came out with gigantic forks, to
shovel out the drifted snow. In my best
French, I tried to say 'you really should
bring out spoons.'
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Now, the harbingers of Spring are gone,
and the harbingers of Autumn have not yet
arrived. Somehow, oh somehow it seems,
I am stuck here stranded, between the
two once more.
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