First appeared in 37 Cents, online MSPS poetry chapter, Sept. 2008
What could be better when tummy growls, than a BLT, stacked high on whole wheat toast with summer tomato and fresh, crisp lettuce? Goes down easy, satisfies, but only for a moment. Baconish aroma fills the house, sings an irresistible song which lingers and lingers, . . . . . . lingers.
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