Potatoes

by St Simon   Nov 6, 2005


Potaoes are a gift from the earth to the fridge, But who are we to not peal them.

If left you will come to find a green potatoe much like a lime on a tree.

From new season to white washed we must eat all that are ready.

Do we mash or add milk....

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  • 18 years ago

    by St Simon

    Thanx, I feel like it brings me closer to the toaster.