Leap, frog!
“Can’t catch me,” jeered the fly to the frog.
“Can’t catch me,” jeered the fly to the frog.
For a moment, he sat still in the bog.
Then, with a backflip so spry,
he launched into the sky,
and disappeared after it into the fog
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Lark Hanshan
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Was I a Model in Japan?
During my time in Nagoya I worked and lived at the strangely famous hostel and café Nagonoya. With its chequered floors and florescent lighting it felt quite dated, but I think that was supposed to be part of the charm. The dorms were always fully booked on weekends with domestic tourists and there was always a buzz in the downstairs café. Camera crews were constantly in and out of the place interviewing the Japanese staff members who worked the café. I think it had something to do with the egg sandwiches. At least that was what was on most of the merchandise, except for that one dishcloth with the owner’s face on it. Was I being employed by a local celebrity?
By Susanna Kiernan6 days ago in Wander
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Dear Lark - I'm so glad I've 'Leaped' over to you gorgeous presentations. Your 'Original' offerings are such a pleasure to read among many snippers with sharp scissors. *I've subscribed with pleasure as I will be following you. Jay. Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -