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The Food Bank at Christmastime

She says, “Open your bag,” and plunders the grapefruit box. Six or seven grapefruit go right on top the banana. Another line of cans. “No thank you, no thank you, no thank you,” I say to the diced tomatoes, wheat pasta and khaki frosted cupcakes.  “No sweets?”

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Poems

Southern Summer

It's time for an oldie and a goodie for today, my friends.  It's terribly hot throughout the United States, and in honor of this, you guessed it, a poem about a hot summer.  Enjoy with your favorite iced beverage or skinny dip. Don't drown your computer, as they tend to fuss. SOUTHERN SUMMER A swelling… Continue reading Southern Summer