Blue Cheese and Old Pickles
blue cheese, old pickles
golden girls fickle
like falling nickles
drop, spin, switching sides
heads and tails collide
craving connections
tangy affections
gourmet selections
these eyes fixed you right
put you in starlight
adjusting my sight
altering flavors
new bees to savor
selfishness favors
blue cheeses denied
cornbread and grits, Hi!
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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