the muse of poetry came last night
for a late cup of tea
and to share inspiration with me;
but the kettle was dusty and cold,
the ink in the pen was too old;
so we just chatted and laughed,
and she sung me a song
then she wrapped herself in her veil
and vanished from sight
leaving me with my memory, only.
travel food
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In general I think we do not eat as well when we travel so I must make more
efforts. We recently stayed at a Best Western serving free breakfast. The
kids ...
14 years ago
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