Pecan Pie
Poetry Form: Hexaduad
It’s bad
It’s rad
we greet it as a friend
don’t want to see it end.
Its presence we have missed so much
all winter long without its touch
its praise unsung
kissing our tongue.
Yet our faces would pale
if we stepped on the scale
In self-abuse
we must refuse.
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