Thursday, April 29, 2010

Brisk and Blustery

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On a blustery day (such as today)
I can't help but envision a quaint little outdoor restaurant.
The tables are finely dressed, adorned with murmuring customers enjoying
the sunlight and a glass of red wine.
Then, a violent gust of wind topples each and every glass,
causing a scramble of snapping limbs.

I have no reasonable explanation for this correlation.

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