When your neighbor brings you linguini And the wrong kind of mayonnaise It's better to thank her profusely Than sink to an endless malaise. March 30, 2020
I just love it when poetry brings out a laugh that (literally) starts in the belly . . . the pictured condiment recently came up in a food posting by a Southern friend; I chose it as among the few things I wouldn't eat, which made the laugh even more personal
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I just love it when poetry brings out a laugh that (literally) starts in the belly . . . the pictured condiment recently came up in a food posting by a Southern friend; I chose it as among the few things I wouldn't eat, which made the laugh even more personal
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