Sunday, August 12, 2007

Post-Mad-Cow

The taste of the forbidden Bovril

fading from our minds like blooms

of Summers past recurring in mem'

ries regained like the madeleines in

the eternal teatime of Marcel Proust.


writ Aug 12, 2007 by nekkid
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