Where the Gingerbread Girl publishes poetry and other creative writing in addition to recording the progress of whatever project she happens to be working on at the time.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Town and Country
That fucking pheasant of yours (peacock, pheasant, whatever) is every bit as noisy as an ambulance crossing Hammersmith bridge.
I thought it was in the room with us as we lay in bed this morning at dawn.
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