Poetry by Shannon L. Delsol
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Food for Thought We spoke between unseasoned words, wrapping awkward truths in honeyed bacon. Having eaten well, my next expression formed a peach. The fruit; raw and full of nature’s sweetness, made his hunger choke. Ah yes; the pit! Written November 13, 2001
Food for Thought
We spoke between unseasoned words, wrapping awkward truths in honeyed bacon.
Having eaten well, my next expression formed a peach.
The fruit; raw and full of nature’s sweetness, made his hunger choke. Ah yes; the pit!
Written November 13, 2001
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