and dish a special allure

. WHEN NIGHT FALLS OVER NEW ORLEANS, BEVERLY HILLS, BOSTON OR BEIRUT, THE EXCITEMENT, YOU PUT ON YOUR FINEST, GATHER YOUR POISE, WIT AND SOPHISTICATION ABOUT YOU AND VENTURE OUT, ONE OF THE BRIGHTEST LIGHTS IN THE BIG CITY THIS NIGHT. IN THE RESTAURANT, GLASSWARE TINKLES GENTLY, CONVERSATION SURGES AND LAPSES, AND SOFT LIGHTING LENDSContinue reading “and dish a special allure”

who likes the rain ….

. Who Likes The Rain? 
“I,” said the duck. “I call it fun,
 For I have my red rubbers on; 
They make a little three-toed track, 
In the soft, cool mud, – quack! quack!”   
“I!” cried the dandelion. “I!
 My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry.” 
And she lifted a tousled yellow head
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