Monday, March 31, 2014

Malta

Before we met, I was
probably a peanut.

I was pickled by the Huns.
Pickled peanuts!
That's all they ate.
Later Sydney Greenstreet bought me at a yard sale.

He glued wings on me and
called me the Maltese Peanut.

Are we flying yet?

I already waited for a thousand years!


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