I am simply bursting with things to say.
And you, my dear reader, like an early customer at the local bakery, are likely to be overcome with the yeasty smell of rows and stacks of fresh and tasty good things to read.
Petits fours of my wisdom, still glistening with icing florets.
Of course, I can't quite remember what I had to say, but just the thought of it looks so lovely sitting in the display window of my ever-receding memory.
As big as the ocean, blue.
'Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.
Ryan Shupe, Dream Big
You stubbed my toe.
Though I suppose the fault is mine for leaving it hanging out there for any careless fellow to trip over.
But you hardly noticed my foot
or my wince.
In fact,
now I'm not sure you ever noticed me at all.
But no harm done--
I've put on band-aids before.
Besides, it's not like you broke any major vital organs.
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