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![Jim Munro [1929 --Nov.22 2016 ],founder of one of the World's great bookstores.](https://hungdrawnandcultured.files.wordpress.com/2016/12/1502201414122016.jpg?w=479&h=684)
All you need is love.
Love is not an ingredient,FDA tells bakery.
Muddled asses deny huddled masses,
White House Aid,Stephen Miller maintains the Statue of Liberty is a symbol of American liberty lighting the world and the poem at its base,not part of the original,has little to do with immigrants.
“On the road there stands a Linden tree……….that snowed it’s blossoms on to me..”
South Vancouver residents complain of the stinky sticky substance dropping off the Aphid ridden Linden trees.
“When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that’s amore……”
New Brunswick Premier Brian Gallant finds love at the pizza parlour as blind date leads to engagement to Karine Lavoie.
‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.’
The Eros of our ways.
Come again on Brexit.
Old Scotland wants no watery stuff/that splashes in wooden dishes/but if you wish her a grateful prayer/give her a Haggis.
Bookends.
Jim Munro [1929 –Nov.22 2016 ],founder of one of the World’s great bookstores.
