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Different minds, will often meat,
Ready to meld into the thickness,
That has been separated,
By time and another era,
Crackers are going to spread through the back hand of,
Protein that is sometimes what is needed,
Just the time to ask if you are ok,
Or not,
The time it will be worth the fight,
A bad excuse to find the words that you want to come out so,
That can cook and meld to every whim and desire,
You just need a push, a shove sometimes,
To cook into the best meal that,
You have ever created,
Sharing it with a wonderful family member that you have,
Not seen in a while.
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Comments (2)
It was a treat reading this crisp piece … meal by meal a little bit of grace —differently revealed …wow ! A 💯 mark from an ardent “supporter” of the DEAD POETS SOCIETY !
Great minds "meat"?