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Leftover Pizza
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PLANET ARET
. . . CONVERSATIONS IN POETRY . . . . CONVERSATIONS IN PROSE . . . .
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Leftover Pizza
August 17, 1998
for breakfast this morning....yummm.
even a piece or two of crazy bread.
a favorite food, day or night
is pizza when it's made just right
just enough sauce, just enough cheese
hot or cold it goes down with ease...
nothing like garlic first thing in
the morning to get your pulse racing.
and I thought it was the salt ;)
i tried it this morning, you know.
looking at other people in their
cars beside me and smiling, i mean.
*HUG* this inspires a big smile =)
ummm, it was interesting. collected
two return smiles, one frown and
some bozo who rolled down his window
and asked for my phone number. ok.
now just because he was wearing a clown suit
doesn't mean he wasn't a nice guy... ;)
i'm visible again. :)
you always were, but it's *much* better when you know :)
no, i didn't give it to him.
didn't like his nose?... feets too big?... aw, well,
maybe the next guy will interest you more...
but at least you know, when you look around,
they're still knocking at your door :)
... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
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