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Brand New Tea Kettle
Decsions, decsions he spoke of his chooses of ffod.
The meager of supply would change his atitude.
Simmering, the spicy broth he
waited to smell
the savory food. Then he added dumplings, his favorite
comfort food.
He had roasted a tough rooster
one that had pecked in his yard. The flvor was rustic
and gamey he ate it with some chard.
Mushrooms, Mushrooms garlic and onions too.
He stirred in with the dumplings
add the roster
to the stew.Maybe the wine should bring me to be pleased.
The loaf might have staled
so toast would be a bettertrend.
Ah he sat for supper: than knock upon the door.
Wondering who he often lacked company
he walked over to the door.
Who dare disturb me as I eat supper
and am alone. A voice was spoke bold and bassy, said Hey glad
that someones home.I opend to find standing. A shaved, well clothed hat wearing guy.
He introduced himself as a salemen, with things he wished me to buy.Samples of decor and decreatives, shown by a man in an exspensive suit. The pots and pans caught my favor, in his humbled persuit.
I seperated bills and coins, displayed them
to count and see. He wrote a receipt and then handed it to me.
He went to his car where he kept his things. Got my purchases and handed them to me.
And handed me catologs and things. Things like coupons and warrenties and stuff. He handed me a cigar a compliment , a gift used his lantern and took a puff. I walked him to the door and gladly shook his hand.
I sat down back to supper alone as when I had began. Several moments later again a knock on the door. It was louder then the first, this one thing was for sure.Hey Mister my car won't start can I come back in, I open the door and said of course sir, you can come on in.
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Allan Terry
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