{Part One}Jumble Sale

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

at the jumble sale you can find odds and ends you can find where a life starts and where it ends. the toaster with no handle the cup with a crack you can find a television set from 1956... that looks cool but still ddoesn't work. so many perfect mint condition pieces of crap. and in the rubble amongst the jumble sits a tea pot. she looks useless she is ugly brwon and orange clearly 1970 was her best year and you walk on by becuase she just won't match the rest of your life. but if you had looked realy close in you'd notice that she pours quite well. she doesn't dribble or bubble and she is the perfect size for tea for two. a cup for me, but none for you. you passed her over and refused to note that looks just aren't everything. xooxoox Kyelle

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June 28, 2006 02:20User

I can't help but thinking that there is some kind of meaning here that my brains
can't decipher..hmmm..is it really about
"Jumble Sale"..???

June 28, 2006 17:41. QUEENIE .

lol, i try adn be so clever and hide meaning into stories about stuff that doesnt nessecarily happen... the tea pot could prolly be anything really, most likelly a person.