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Pretzels
substance of snacks, salty cookies
if you can steam pretzels the way
you play volley ball, mine Fraulein
I'll eat them down to my fingertips.
Fine with flavors that match
the Olympics world wide
a beggars communion the need
for a snack
when I was a kid I ate them at the
movies with a Coke for the middle
class. Poor guys love the pretzels
maybe a streetwalker or bum.
substance for the workers yet no
luxurious pretzels under the colony
of Gods Eden no fallen pretzels
only hot and salty down to the nubs
Julie Heckman
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