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I vote for Petit Ecolier European Biscuits. Beautiful little works of art and delicious!!! (Little Schoolboy Cookies)
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For Cee’s FOTD
More Advice Regarding the Coronavirus
With the coronavirus, it’s been given to debate
whether it’s advisable for people to conflate.
Though Pence may okay shaking hands, doctors disagree.
I’d listen to the experts if it were up to me!
Cheek-kisses were delightful in eras non-pandemic,
but lately people fear that they might start an epidemic.
So we’d better kick the habit and make do with a tweet—
just clicking our affection to everyone we meet.
Let safety be our anchor as we all isolate—
our crowded barrooms giving way to the cyber date.
Bitcoins replacing money, for it doesn’t carry germs.
Wearing masks and hazmat suits as we come to terms
with what our esteemed president once tried to pass off
as no major problem—a mere temperature and cough.
Tweeting like a dervish, he still gets such a kick
spreading disinformation as more and more get sick.
But I have a solution for one thing that we could do
to try to stem the factors spreading this dreadful flu—
a mandatory gag and a mandatory mask
for POTUS and Vice-POTUS is what we all should ask.
Prompts for today are delightful, conflate, kick, anchor and money.
Please look on you camera or in your photos folder on your computer or phone and publish the last picture you took to your blog page and then link it to the comments on this page of mine! No explanations necessary. Be sure to publish a link to my blog post in your blog so others can see all the photos and play along.
Here is the last photo I took:
A friend sent me this request and it is such a good idea that I’m stealing their idea. Unfortunately, I can’t find their original message to me so can’t remember who they are to give them credit.

For Cee’s FOTD

Lazy Feet
Crossing the room or traversing the plain,
one foot goes in front of the other again.
It is the business of shoe after shoe
to follow each other through sand, dirt or goo.
They have easy going through fields filled with clover,
but when they meet something they have to climb over,
their task is much harder. No reflecting or browsing,
for climbing up hills is ten times more rousing.
They pump up the blood, these mountains and ramps.
They irritate arches and instigate cramps.
They cause blisters, pulled muscles, and wear a girl out.
That’s why I don’t often saunter about.
You won’t often find me walking out there
with the wind to my back and stirring my hair.
For although there’s less scenery, I do not care.
I prefer bed or hammock or chair.
Prompt words today are something, browse, revenge, traverse and business.
It just occurred to me that this retablo I couldn’t post before because it was in a show is now hanging on my wall. Since it fits the prompt, here it is:


Every time I leave home, I swear that I organize this desk drawer, and every time I come home, it looks like this. Is it elves, earthquakes or a faulty memory?