by Virgie M. Smith
(Milwaukee. WI., United States )
IN TO KITCHEN, WASH MY HANDS,
UNDER CABINET OUT COMES THE FRYING PAN,
OPEN THE COVERS , TWISTING, & TWITCHING,
JUST THINKING WHAT I AM MISSING,
UP POPS A THOUGHT OF SOMETHING I AM TASTING,
INTO THE FRYING PAN ,
I PUT A PIECE OF BACON....
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