Breakfast

March 20, 2010 § Leave a comment

The toast wrote a boastful toast to the eggs who’d miraculously grown legs and walked a bridge of bacon- without breaking- over a lake in the center of the plate composed of syrup because they couldn’t bear it- the sweetness.

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