and the dish ran away with the spoon.
augh. It’s bad when a line of mother goose reminds me of things romantic. “spoon” heh… and “goose” for that matter.
I don’t think i’d laugh at a cow that could leap over our nearest satillite. I’d applaud it’s ability, and maybe fear it a little.
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