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Originally posted by SuzianneWho knew that the humble blueberry would echo like poetry in our souls.
Warm blueberry pie straight out of the oven, with a glass of ice-cold milk is one of my favorite childhood memories.
Originally posted by Hand of HecateEight to eighty, blind, crippled or crazy. You figured me out HoH. 😉
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Originally posted by Ghost of a Duke"my Mum knows 'the muffin man' and his wife who represents the quintessence
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane?
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyDude, i think your mum has befriended the local drug dealer.(Aka, 'the muffin man' ) It ain't blueberries in them there muffins.
"my Mum knows 'the muffin man' and his wife who represents the quintessence
of feminine pulchritude in our neighborhood. just sayin" ~child anon
Originally posted by Hand of HecateY
I appreciate your perspective. Guard dog protecting the sheep so to speak.
Only GB isn't a sheep. A wolf. An old mangy one to be sure. Perhaps even worthy of sympathy. Keep feeding him and you won't even notice him in the flock. You might even come to consider him another dog. Ignore the occasional missing sheep. Fierce and loyal, protecting the f ...[text shortened]... ngth of time while that dolt spews every thought that rattles around his empty head into the forums.