bickering during breakfast
he pauses to lick
mango juice
from my
fingers
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Another mean one.
Posted by:Matt | May 22, 2007 at 02:35 PM
nothing like mango juice to end an argument. :) I can picture the scene depicted here.
Posted by:Janet | May 23, 2007 at 12:15 PM
And what were you fighting about, Miss Aurora?
A very charming tanka.
Posted by:Robert | May 23, 2007 at 05:43 PM
Matt - thanks for the comment, Sissy Boy. :)
Janet - thanks. :)
Robert - probably about the price of mangoes. They're so dear in this part of the woods. :)
Posted by:aurora | May 23, 2007 at 11:47 PM
Well, who wouldn't?
Posted by:Bill | May 25, 2007 at 02:38 PM