tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787204336037070894.post2580027295148955887..comments2024-03-19T23:14:39.023-04:00Comments on The Parrot's Point of View: Seasonal Poetry: The Final InstallmentShadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507668867178937021noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787204336037070894.post-78172109140991299382013-11-09T11:35:35.105-05:002013-11-09T11:35:35.105-05:00Dijon, I know what you mean, but it's not only...Dijon, I know what you mean, but it's not only about food. There's chewing and destroying, too.<br />ShadowShadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07507668867178937021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3787204336037070894.post-17192819962388450222013-11-08T13:49:19.446-05:002013-11-08T13:49:19.446-05:00But there's no food in the drawer. How can yo...But there's no food in the drawer. How can you like a drawer when there's no food. Now every inch of the kitchen, that's another story. And the front door. But mostly the kitchen. Unless the front door is open.<br /><br />Love,<br />DijonUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06925949384282374020noreply@blogger.com