Madeira, my dear.
Never underestimate the power of having it plain. A smile and a knowing twinkle looking through glass domes to a world of decadent fancy. Framboise soaked, cloud-topped nonsense and at what cost? Experience pays at the checkout. I know what I like. Sharing a delicious moment; these swirly cup-cakes are all top show...nice to look at but the sponge is nothing to write home about... no matter what's sparkling on top. I like mine with custard on she confided; and I'll never know her name but I know her most guilty pleasure.
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I'm relatively new to poetry writing....I've had some fantastic support from a wonderfully supportive friend who's taught me a lot. I'm hoping he may read this one day and recognise himself... All you need to know about me is I love cake and...
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