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I'd like to say that the majority of my stories are very old. Very very old. And plotless, as plotless as a grandmother is toothless. That's how plotless it is!

So check the expiration date.

Toodles! :D

I have a feather
It’s a lovely feather found in the heather
Whose tether were leaves which left
No room for imagination when
A snail in isolation then
Began to stalk upon a stalk
To slip the walk and gurgle talk
When a turtle talked to her and said,
“Hello down low, my name is Fred,
And by the stars we should be wed,
For you are slow, but lovely yet,
And lovely, so am I!
We’ll keep the pace and never fly!”
To which the snail replied, “Oh my!
My dear Fred, I fear I’m shaken,
And ‘tis your fault my world is quaken!
But I’m not banking on good intentions,
When your diet brings me bad tensions,
Because you’re eating my boudoir-
And so I must bid you bonsoir.”

Fred’s heart would be a bit better fare’n
If he were just less vegetarian.

-Moi!