mulberries!

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I am lazy but
I work like crazy

On cam i like to flirt
but when i do I feel like dirt

I am not left and am not right
Not totally  dumb but not very bright.

So better spend less time online
and find something to do fine

The mulberries are ready to be picked
I will turn them into something wicked:

a delicious crumble pie perhaps



don't try to find me
on google maps.

I will not share this cake with you
i make it just for us  witches two

Hope you appreciate Aurelious these few words
i have to go now or the mulberries get stolen by the birds.





Commenti

  1. Datura25 maggio 2018 alle ore 14:15

    Mulberries are good. Very sweet. Oddly, very rarely do you see jam or things here made from them.

    And you ARE cruel! Mentioning a mulberry crumple pie while I have some cabbage soup awaiting me. Sob.

    RispondiElimina
  2. Anonimo26 maggio 2018 alle ore 07:02

    lol

    RispondiElimina

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