Again!
The afternoon,frantic, and worried-
"what shall I make,"
to myself I say,
Opening the heavy door
gazing from shelf to shelf,
peeking behind the olives
and the apples, the milk
and the cheese,
Nothing to grab my senses
Again!
The clock keeps ticking,
Im off to the store!
In a rush again!
Dinner time
Oh my, my day
to Cook is here.
Again!
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-01-21 at 22:05
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