The empowered shopper

…was in the book store rearranging my own and some friend’s books so that their covers were facing out, and, while doing that, I was oggling french flaps–or at least that’s what I think they’re called. (According to the latest rumours, this is a must for any book). Oh, and here is another quiz.

3 thoughts on “The empowered shopper

  1. I rescued your books from being infiltrated by another male poet named Schmidt. He was stuck in between the sun and the ice. He didn’t have French flaps.

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