Daily reflections of a corrupt small city mayor. You can read more of his antics at THE LIMBURGER FILES at the link below.
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The sun is a cookbook,
but we write its recipes,
seasoned by our thoughts,
dreamt as dessert or leftovers.
It’s taste determined
by whether our lips
expect sweet or sour
and we look for honey
even among the lemons.
posted by William Robbins @ 7:00 AM
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