Wednesday, June 21, 2017

9661. BREATHLESS UPTAKE

BREATHLESS UPTAKE
It's his breakfast again; Jeez all he ever
does is eat. I see him down at the corner
most every morning. Eggs over easy, lightly
buttered toast, home fries and the rest. 'Keep
the home fires burnin' can't be easier than that.
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There's a gossip to each and every step; someone 
to tell and to try. Someone with words lightly
fried; just enough to crinkle the 'taters and pie.
Two gallons of coffee are gone in a wink. 

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