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I have that exact cup and saucer!! But I do not have the biscuit. I have the cars, but they are now in a box in the cupboard for visiting children...sigh...P.S. That is not my poem.
Yum, of course. Um, I just noticed your new header. Am I a bit late? I've been reading through google reader. Pretty.
FIRST PERSON PLURALToday she transports usIn her bright red convertible,Past jottings erasableAnd biscuits most edible.We smile at her counterFeeling glad that we found her,In red Mary Jane shoesShe's our wonderful Suse.
Ah, hotwheel cars. They belong in every room of the house and every pocket of every pair of pants and in the bottom of every bag...or so it seemed for at least ten years of my life.
Mmmmm tea and a biccie..what more could you want?
'The cars that ate biscuits'
Mmmm having just eaten icecream with homemade meringue (gooey kind)smooshed through I'm ready for a cup of tea that looks just like that. Off I go...
I'm loving your kitchen poetry photos. And now I have to buy honey to make those biscuits...
I can smell those cookies all the way over here. It pains me.It's been so long since we had matchbox cars around. My formerly small, toy car obsessed child will be 14 on his next birthday. Now he talks only of real cars, and asks which kind of car we plan to buy him when he's 16. I tell him it will be the kind of car with two wheels, pedals and a bell.Oh, snap.
Wow, can I come to your house????
LOVE these two also.They would look really good printed out A4 size on heavily textured watercolor paper I reckon.
you have a very BEautiful blog...xox - eb.
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