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Jun 18
With a pointed hat
ruddy face
and a frosty beard

you take me back
to a past
of fried bologna

cheese Wonderbread
and mayonnaise and
in the end

I am left
with following

you truly are
what you ate

all those years ago
A word painting.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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