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Mar 2021
In this frosted bite of sheet cake...
Is my aunt sally
And in this bite, my auntie Chloe
And my uncle Peter...
Who knows now more

I chew on my childhood
And I think of how
Each age is only just a bite

A bite of the past
A bite of the present
And a bite of something yet to be told...

The succulence of a future’s past,
Is the greatest untold
Written by
   Bogdan Dragos
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