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Poetry #504
(published September 16, 2010)
Talking Myself into Apple Crisp
by Helen R. Peterson
In the end it's all the same
Might as well bite
Into that Krispy Kreme

To hell with eating fresh!
The ancients worshipped the plump
There was never a pound of flesh
To go around:

Forget Tupperware
Forget E Coli

No doggie bags
No restaurants

Maître de. . .      Dress Codes. . .
What are these
To a club carrying man?

Helen R. Peterson lives and writes in Connecticut.

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