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Seeing Mold
The joy of growing mold.
Squirrels would watch.
Birds would tweet.
My old bread,
They would seek!
Even dogs would come by,
When letting the moldy bread freebees sailing in the sky.
Haven't seen much molding bread,
Usually, the mold means its dead!
Eating toast with butter,
Smearing on some peanut butter.
The seeded grainy bread doesn't have room to spread.
Used to see lovely green mold,
Before the store said it was too old!
Now the bread keeps for weeks,
Beats out the dog food for moldy treats.
Is there something in it?
Fights off mold before it grows.
Can keep on going for a month,
Must be the seeds that hides a bunch.
Or perhaps my eyes are growing old,
Now I just can't see growing mold.
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Kim Stone
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