There once was a kitty goumet that adored potatoe chips-- He'd often pack them away plain, flavored, and covered in dip. He'd chew them greasy, baked or fried-- he liked them cheesy It was verified-- that even pizza flavored and Bar-B-Q- were often savored chomped through and through-- The only time I ever heard a complaint-- was when salt and vinegar-- happened to taint-- his most discerning palete--
Geez...better stop this. I'm making myself hungry.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Vesna:)
Well done, Lee!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.