# # Croakery

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Croakery

Croakery

Don’t expect to see a buncha flower images from me all of a sudden. Flower photos are like love poems: everyone has one and they all stink.

Or something like that.

Anyway, this is mine: crocus, I think. A nasty pop-culture infection has that name conjuring up memories of a bad Sweet cover: it’s, it’s the ballroom blech!

Peash out.

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