Are catching flakes on their eyelids,
On their tongues
As they run amuck in the street.
Pastry chef, I believe, you're next."
Charles Simic, "The Master of Ceremonies"
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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
2 comments:
hi laura,
love this outtake.
i am also sometimes incapable of happiness. smile
Hi Sarah,
Thanks for stopping by! I have been absent from my own site for so long, I just now noticed your comment. Yes, there are moments when only something ridiculous and extravagant can make me smile.
Cheers,
Laura
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