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The weatherman says,
today will be a scorcher.
No need to tell me.
My Entenmann’s donut,
Rich Frosted, and just taken from the fridge,
sits on my kitchen counter.
Cool, but already sweating.
June 21, 2010 in Art, Personal | Permalink
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