Mrs Fisher
more
peevish even
than prickly pears,
these crabby old women,
rallied by a little sunshine,
will transform their pinched maws into
wide-eyed gapes, issuing forth outrageous, trumpeting roars.
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July 4th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
something wonderland about this !