My paper napkin absorbed
breakfast grease and inspiration.
Later, under lard moonlight,
I left it for possums or skunks,
or any roaming varmint
who might value the butter.
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Author:
ElaineAnneWestheimer (
Offline) - Published: February 10th, 2022 16:00
- Category: Humor
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