Thursday, March 16, 2017

AFTERMATH, a poem

          Glorious fried egg I savor
          your unforgettable flavor
          disc of orange and white
          my taste buds soar in flight
          making my day so extra bright

          (Written in March, 2017. I thought I might try writing a limerick, but found it beyond doing at this time. I am not a funny writer.)





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