How could something
so soft and sweet and iced in chocolate
be bad for me?
If joy were measured in doughnuts,
Thursday morning would be my Heaven
and Kip the Baker, my angel of mercy.
Perhaps my creative fire is fueled by sugar...
The rest of the week when I am good -
avoid the bakery, shun the chocolate milk
- seems dark and listless by comparison
but today I am bright and full of words.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PoetryThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
