Yawn”…two Mondays and the lists have not came…and for this I am very ashamed…but every time I bake a dozen… and that week I could not deliver… I sat there and cried myself a river…Now this caused the Doughnuts to be soggy…and then I felt so very foggy….Why? I don’t know….maybe because I need to release the flow….of things that whisper within my head…and with out medication I can hear what they said….To do things that I should not do…To make decision that would turn things blue…And though this is my favorite Color…I would rather discuss things like my lover…She is sweet and tart as she can be…And the only one for me…I can not see her with another…For without her each day would be like the other…Time would past without a care and this would surly cause people to stare…As I would aimlessly walk around…With a smile that’s upside down…My eyes would leak….And others would too….But the difference would be their leaks would be blue…So now that I can bake again…The oven is hot and welcoming…It only take a week and not two…To bake not dozen for you…

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