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She moved the plate
of cream cakes
away from herself
to the far corner of table.
Made them vanish
by closing her eyes..
or so she thought.
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Behind her eyes, visions
of icing and jam
swam in an ocean
of calorific splendour.
With her eyes still shut,
she reached for her
hard baked biscuit,
and nibbled and cursed,
cursed and nibbled..
then reached
for the biggest cake.
Ian Bowen
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Tom Balch (10/3/2008 1:30:00 AM)
More like me than her Ian, great write Tom |
Lynda Robson (9/24/2008 4:41:00 AM)
Its hard to resist the temptation of a cream cake, especially a chocolate eclair or a cream horn, they are naughty but nice! Well written Ian,
10
Lynda xx |
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