There's a whole in the bucket, dear Liza.Cati Porter
Chair, and not chair. Shackles not unlike those that might be worn under house arrest. And then. Yes. Henry: Here is your Gordian Knot. Here is not the puzzle but in fact is the solution there, and under the weather. Faulty, as in: you are not at fault; and, there is no shove in glove, sheathe the wrong appendage and the wrong appends itself like a foot to a flower, a pot to a hoof. Sweet like the butter she was. Not-like, no, not like; Henry thinks that the bucket represents the future leaky irreparably dumb as a clapper-less bell ringing in the new day. What is there that he wants to want when want is a wanton won ton floating in a broth that is neither here, nor here. There is no ‘she’ in sheet (a contradiction, a contra indication) Henry thinks he may be free. (hee hee hee) Unfunny. One swift swipe and the rope will fall. Miss ‘er, and the rope is all.
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