we took following
the veritable smorgasbord we consumed.
here's my take on the adventure
to the house of femme aggressives.
dressed much warmer than necessary, we headed out...
i remarked at the corniess of matching shoes and suggested we head back...
but the scent fried fowl kept us going.
i knew it was a sign, an omen if you will,
that beckoned us forward...
after jaywalking...
we passed a land that both frightened and intrigued us...
we kept going and eventually arrived at the house of femme aggressives, where a sprightly nymph gave us mint/lemon water...
and i saw the sign we'd been searching for...
we took leave, went underground and hopped on the steel stallion.
i kissed my prince and saw everything through rose colored glasses.
the end!
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