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There’s a farmers market near campus.
A young couple has a pizza oven on a trailer.
They make a breakfast pizza - bacon, mozzarella
some egg and green peppers. It’s SO crispy and delicious.
ALL I had to do this morning was say “breakfast pizza!”
and six of us were ready to head out fifteen minutes later.

Let’s wax poetic, shall we?

There are some young ladies who live in a dorm
sometimes it seems like they only have studies
but once and a while on a Saturday or Sunday
if we have our druthers, we get out, in swarm
and find ourselves some pizza-like brekkie.

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Songs for this:
PIZZA by Oohyo
Le Breakfast Club de Paris by Gabrielle Chiararo
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 04/14/25:
Druthers =  the power or opportunity to choose
  Apr 19 Carlo C Gomez
Traveler
Sugar is harmfully addictive
but imagine going without.
A taste of bittersweet chocolate melting in your mouth.
But look a little deeper processed in your bread, hidden sugars in every box and bottle that you’re fed.
Mailodextrin the silver bullet of death, they sprinkle it on your potato chips and they hide it in your dips! Processed and re-processed till the sugar has been refined, many American eats 3 pounds of sugar a week and of that fact they’re blind.
Insulin levels suffer as the diabetics take their dope, another box of ice cream, another cherry Coke.

Pharmaceutical, healthcare and insurance profiting..
A sudden stop by McDonald’s on the way to Burger King.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
A common thread our swanky prance
Obdurate circles while we dance
Harmonious we'd make romance
And for each other we'd enhance
With eloquent and wanton stance
While willingly we take the chance
To reach across unknown expanse
And though akimbo not askance
We flaunt unfettered by durance
While at each other we would glance
As if enraptured by a trance
  Apr 19 Carlo C Gomez
ymmiJ
they line their pockets
we the people suffer so
this will be painful
  Apr 19 Carlo C Gomez
ymmiJ
the swan flew by
on a lonely flight home
the water reflecting her peace
Upon reaching the top
I found a new bottom
Polarity lies
with the truth ill begotten
Direction a ruse
in misguided fruition
As searchers take flight
— in their new destitution

(The New Room: January, 2025)
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