Thought Food
Tat on a Saturday night roll
For Sunday morning breakfast
Key twists to brain cells
With porticular pundits
Rippling on through
In fast streaming flows
Cream in my coffee a sipping
of seasons
A diary opened
Spoken in codes
Sweet tart and tasteful
My appetite grows
Strada fresh baking
A roma that glows
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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