as usual I poke fun at my journey into unfamiliar territory...
Diner is done
The last day
Was no fun
The grill went cold
Hubby cooked
In what three
Pans could hold
It got very old
No regrets
Is what we told
The regular fold
On to new worlds
We start out bold
Wondering how long
'Til our souls are sold
And we humbly sink
Into the pit of despair
Wishing we were still
Flipping burgers in the air
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Gosh! Changes!...Who needs them?!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o(