This is the story of a birthday present that turned a normal, peace-loving woman into a kitchen warrior!

heck a haiku is too short!

"And before you ask...yes, I have locked the back door and put the key under the flowerpot, for all it matters...now."

she's in the background, with her whispered hints and her aching fragile heart. and come to bed eyes. I see her smile, and see myself. And I cry with broken fractured screams

Sunset upon snow; an infant’s eye grows sleepy. With laughter it will awake. Snowflakes, snowflakes, snow flakes falling. Winter gives me a book of Haiku. Present wrapped in white

“Those who dream during the day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream by night”

Schmidt suspected there was something supernatural about the old Philco.

“I’m just saying, you can’t expect her to give you a bit of hanky panky if you never buy her anything.” Jimmy uttered, with the air of someone who knows the fairer sex so well that he could ge