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End Pieces of Bread

Every sliced loaf of bread has those crust Those that are the end pieces brown dry Pieces formed by exposure to heat's thrust Left in wrapper to protect slices by When tender slices of loaf are finished One has the two ugly dry end pieces But can those old dry worn be replenished Buttered maybe toasted becomes caprices Maybe those dry, worn, brown loaf bread ends Could be cubed buttered herbed turned into croutons Little thoughtful creativity friends End pieces eaten with anticipations Not of bad but of only good things now The dry ugly left over we'll allow

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/30/2011 3:07:00 AM
(i mean't life) not live, but i bet you guessed.
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Date: 7/30/2011 3:05:00 AM
Quite a good example of live in this homley write Sara, on your last comment why were you disapointed that i did not search the internet or dictionary.? all the best to you Sara.."i may be gone" but my friends are not forgotton..!
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Date: 7/29/2011 4:31:00 PM
This was a terrific Sara I really enjoyed it.Thanks for my congrats you sent me and all your very sweet and nice comments.~LOTS OF LUV~Teresa
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Date: 7/29/2011 10:58:00 AM
Love this original piece, Sara. I think I told you how my gran always fed the leftover bread from Communion to the birds : )
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Date: 7/29/2011 7:38:00 AM
thankxx Sara for your always uplifting and special words on my poetry..much needed at this time in life ...many personal things happening .. appreciate your thoughts and prayers as they are returned luv..
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Date: 7/28/2011 8:46:00 PM
enjoyed your bready write.....how is the princess of Waymanville?
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Date: 7/28/2011 8:17:00 PM
well a sonnet to the "heels!" so cool...some folks just love those parts of the bread. Light & Love
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Date: 7/28/2011 2:07:00 PM
a philosophical musing so splendedly done, sara... bread is life!.. finally did ,y piece for you, yes! :) huggs,nette
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Date: 7/28/2011 1:44:00 PM
I like the creative way you find uses for every slice, Sara. I actually prefer the crusted end slices of bread, especially rye bread. Your sonnet can be interpreted in a metaphorical sense as well, taking heed of the wisdom of elders. Very nice! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 7/28/2011 11:55:00 AM
Clever verse on anything goes. Enjoyed
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Date: 7/28/2011 11:10:00 AM
Sometimes on fresh bread those crusty pieces are the best. Making me hungry for home made bread ha ha. love phyl
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Date: 7/27/2011 8:15:00 PM
so i can have someone cut the crust off without looking like a jerk? john
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Date: 7/27/2011 7:50:00 AM
May your inspiration be long lived and your life be filled with many wonderful years of writing and of sharing your excellent poetry. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Sara. Love, Carol
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Date: 7/26/2011 10:55:00 PM
terrific write....lovely Lady.....with love.....Old Jack
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Date: 7/26/2011 3:10:00 PM
i like very much. poetry is everywhere. mind you i am on a diet and them crusty ends would be nice dipped in some yorkshire gravy.
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Date: 7/26/2011 3:01:00 PM
yes Sara those crusty ends of bread is what Italians live for luv...it is the best part of a loaf of bread to us... everyone fights for the ends ..haha.. a great little piece on bread .. tasty ...
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Date: 7/26/2011 2:49:00 PM
Really cute Sara. No leftover pieces at my house. I like the crusts. Love, Joyce
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