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Just Something for Now
Selected poems, meditations, and stories
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Poached Eggs
Shook the shaker. Looked.
No little specks. Not one.
Shook the shaker. Looked.
No pepper there. None.
Shook that sucker. Looked
a bit closer. Salt.
Wrong one.
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