Author: Kathryn
Date Written: March 5, 2008
I demand orange chicken and lowered prices in the cafeteria.
I demand daffodil blossoms and black and white photographs.
I demand long, lovely dresses and places to wear them.
A Victorian tea, a good novel to read, and a rainy, rainy day.
I demand to leave behind the tumbleweeds and dust, stepping courageously into the world beyond.
I demand a life of elegance, refinement, prestige, importance, and vibrance.
A flowering, dew-covered meadow surronded by a creaking wood, where sunlight peeks though in long strips of brilliance.
I demand a coal black steam engine with hundreds of high class cars pulled behind it
Like a magnificent stage-coach to a great iron horse, to take me away.
The castle is the foremost of all strong holds. Like a group of block chords, it holds strong in a storm.
1 comment:
I like your demands and hope that you get all of them before you get old and grouchy.
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