“It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.” Nigel Slater
But What Of The Edges? Sometimes it's the prosaic that carries deep meaning, like toast, so simple no matter its demeanour, pale, burned, hot or cold or whatever one might put on it other than butter, a condimental thing. But what of the edges? Do you push that boundary? Do you spread to the crust or do you stop just inside? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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What a wonderful idea! So creative.. Loved it.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Oops…sometimes I slop over the edges (lol!).
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Ha, I do that too 🙂
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Oh, I push to the edges of my toast!
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One must 😉
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😀
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Every edge covered always🤓
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Ha, yes indeed 🙂
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The butter and jelly must go to the very edge!
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They must indeed Patricia
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Now there’s a topic for a poem I’ve never considered.
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Ha, yes, strange how metaphors pop up late at night.
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Indeed!
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i eat the edges and throw out the middle.. hahaha😂
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Strangely enough I know another person who would say that 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks for the reblog Michael
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Very creative! xx Michael
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Very kind, thank you very much 🙂
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Most of us like playing safe 😁
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Yes, too many don’t go to the edge 🙂
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Ah, now you’re getting to the serious stuff, mate! Hahaha!
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Milk in first or last? lol
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LAST! Hehehe!
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Absolutely, the other way makes me suspicious lol
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Hehe!
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😉
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Making toast and pushig that boundary?, — very cool. 🙂
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Yes, I couldn’t resist the metaphor Amy, well picked 🙂
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Many thanks indeed
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