On the floor of a small room near the city wall, they found the source of the many fragments of wisdom this civilization had left the world.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Hot Biscuits
Scratch baker girl in a dusty apron. Shortening and flour, momma, Cut me in and bathe me in sweet milk till I squeeze sticky through your fingers. Brown me top and bottom, butter and jam me in your mouth.
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