Be so much as to be so much more.
In the envelope was a star. . .to steer by.
“Throw your mother off the boat a kiss.”
Forget the night I cried about the roses drunk on bourbon.
The questions that lead to questions are the wings that lead to flight.
My bird speaks well of you!
“Just do it.”
Okay, for you, but have you got the instructions?
A Room of One’s Own Chocolate
I call this one: Ocean Dew On Lake.
I suggest saving time and actually baking coffee in coffee cake. Rid the world of a misnomer. Would that be so wrong?