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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I ask: Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind? My curtains may be closed for a few days, As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call. My pills ran out. It's my sonnet. It's my spatula. You don't see me burning down your curtains because I can't deal with your mood. Create your own peace, sew your own curtain of style, and take your own pill. Ahh, Jessica, you twitchy rascal. It has been a pleasure. CHAU!
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I ask: Who opens and closes their own curtain of life with absolute peace of mind? My curtains may be closed for a few days, As I write a sad sonnet. One that tells of a bird with a spatula for a left wing. Next week my curtain may be open at dawn. Whipping out my spatula to make French crepes. To welcome the police that I am about to call. My pills ran out. It's my sonnet. It's my spatula. You don't see me burning down your curtains because I can't deal with your mood. Create your own peace, sew your own curtain of style, and take your own pill. Ahh, Jessica, you twitchy rascal. It has been a pleasure. CHAU!