Someone very wise once told me, "Hey, you dropped your pencil." Sure, it wasn't Shakespeare, but they were right. I had, in fact, dropped my pencil. The words were quite helpful to me, too, because we had just sat down for a test and without that pencil, it would've remained unfinished. What a tragedy.
A bit more interesting: today my friend Stephen simply stated, to no one in particular, "Imanya is made of sunshine and potatoes." How true!
I do like potatoes...
8 years ago
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...you smell like sunshine dust...
And you Frost, smell like soot and poo.
Perhaps he mean't "Looks like Sunshine and Smells like Potatoes...
No, he meant soot and poo. And he's right. New York does that to people.
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