The Gravy of Mardi Gras
Where’s the gravy? Throw me something, mister!
What’s the point of the parade if you don’t return with ten pounds of plastic treasures around your neck?
Where’s the gravy? Throw me something, mister!
What’s the point of the parade if you don’t return with ten pounds of plastic treasures around your neck?
Words.
Sometimes they harden, wedge in the tip of the pen.
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