Oh September, please be fair..
don't whistle by or lose your hair,
come hither and sit by me,
let's have this simple cup of tea.
-my spur of the moment poetry.
don't whistle by or lose your hair,
come hither and sit by me,
let's have this simple cup of tea.
-my spur of the moment poetry.
Yeeey it's september and it's cooking up whole lots of enchalada in the kitchen lately. Mom has been tinkering with her new kitchen utensils and is making up loads of treats almost everyday.
Saturday: New York
Tuesday: Baked macaroni
Wednesday: Hotcakes
Thursday: Pizza
Wednesday: Hotcakes
Thursday: Pizza
Saturday: New York
Sunday: banana cake
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