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Now I'm craving Ho-Hos. In bulk.
The outlet of wonder is OPEN. Despite the bridge construction. You can get a whole truckload.
There's a wonder outlet in Minneapolis too. Or anyway there was at one time, not sure if it's still there.During the late '60's and early '70's many of us ate wonder bread, but we might be talking about something a little different in this case. (The outlet of wonder is just down the road from the doors of perception, across the street from the crack in the cosmic egg...)Word verification is "regrat". Not me though -- I have no regrats.
So glad there isn't one of these near me. I love those damn cupcakes.
Update: One box of Ho-Hos down my pie-hole.
It's a store with a significant devotion to pastries, alone. So how is it that, having no plans to eat pastries, I will leave that store with three plastic bags brimming with food?
There's a Wonder/Hostess outlet about three blocks from my house.Word verification: bewaver
Dark nights washed by distant rippling treesand alien winds covering your eyelids, purifyinglike everything, move on with splendid easeleaving us a message: life will never ceaseits sleepy course in vainin order to attainrebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.The heat around Time's corner waves a scentfor creedence revival of some virtual vampireas deep inside. A force considered spentreturns from utter non-existence that was meantto keep us out of breath -Is Life both Life and Death?Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire. My Poetry Bloghttp://singleswingle.blogspot.com/- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
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