8/23/2025 for My Song Two Poetry Contest sponsored by Jerry T Curtis
I wondered how her kiss would seem. Drifting, I found out in a dream. I felt the love that was concealed as soft and tender lips would yield. What do I want for breakfast? The question surely begs. I'll stop at Mabel's diner for black coffee and eggs. I slid into an empty chair and gazed from her shoes to her hair. Yet, I would not be unmasked when my lovely Mabel asked, "What do I want for breakfast?" The question surely begs. "I'm growing sleepy on the road. I'll have coffee and eggs."
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