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Mar 2020
were butternut squash
would we toss it in a bowl
with buttered linguini and eat it
on the beach wearing our bikini?


If the ground
were peppermint bark
would we cut it up like confetti
and spoon it over our spaghetti?

If the clouds
come rolling by us
we could collect them for
a pie crust. You pick the apples,
I the pears. We’ll make a **** –
Wash it down with a six-pack of beers!
sandra wyllie
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