May 19, 2008

Sockerkaka, a poem:

I can say that the dog is petulant,
she want to go home.
But now we sit down with my sister, we have baked a cake:
the track and cinnamon we tested.
That was what was available in syrrans cabinet.
Now, the tasters.

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1 comments:

kellebag said...

we should link each other! i love reading your musings..... you're lovely


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