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Oct 2014
Milk, bread, butter, juice, jelly
cereal..

My life is my grocery list,
seems like it doesn't change much even though the prices do.

Like when I was around eight and unaware of our one bedroom room apartment being meager, but hated the liver and onions
that I was supposed to be "thankful for".
It was hard to be thankful for that iron filing bile in the back of my throat, but I understand now what it means to be hungry, and thankful.

Eggs, cheese, grapes, bananas only if they aren't too green.

I remember when milk was less than two dollars a gallon. When I had my first one bedroom castle where the one true queen came and cleaned my bachelor's crusted kitchen.

Pasta, red wine, romaine, chicken.

The first time I made a girl dinner I was 12,
she was golden in the candlelight.
When we walked outside in the firefly fall air,
she showed me how you could eat a Honeysuckle
and we kissed with petal soaked lips.
I have not made my wife dinner in a while

White chocolate, cream cheese, blackberries, shortbread cookies
Daniel Sandoval
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Daniel Sandoval  Dallas, TX
(Dallas, TX)   
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