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Gray Sky On Rye

Gray sky on rye bread
Seasoned to taste, rain or snow
  ~ Bites when the wind blows
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Somadas Avatar
January 25, 2020 at 5:43 AM
Fantastic imagery..Great entry in the contest..Good luck Gershon..
Wolf Avatar
January 25, 2020 at 10:44 PM
Well, gray isn't the most scintillating color, but thanks for the compliment! Best always, Gershon
Gauthier Avatar
January 22, 2020 at 8:48 PM
Sounds like prison food! You get the point across, Gershon.
Wolf Avatar
January 22, 2020 at 9:49 PM
Now you've got me worried, Line. How would you know what prison food tastes like? (Me, I worked in a prison 44 years ago… Really!). Cheers, Gershon
Kiser Avatar
January 22, 2020 at 4:49 PM
Oh yes it does; well penned.
Wolf Avatar
January 22, 2020 at 7:18 PM
'Just a bite' is certainly not what I am talking about! :) gw
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