our french rose,

takes a bite.

tastes delight,

and throws it away.

every time,

we wonder why.

but oh my,

she's well lovely.

explored the not so tiny town of castlemaine today. darling maxwell kept me company, he can be quite the conversationalist.

food offerings of the morning.

i look at the moon on my left,

and i look at the moon on my right.

the left is the real moon, the right is the reflection on the moon in the window.

i look back at the real moon, then to the reflection moon.

i look at the real moon. i look at the reflection moon.

i look at the moon. i look at the moon.

i look back and back, and soon i can't figure out which is the real moon, and which is the reflection moon, and there are two moons, that mix into the same moon,

and i cant tell which is real anymore,

and they're the same.

i like sherry,

it makes me merry.

except for when,

i've had too many!

ahahahaha. yeah.