the kind of toast that is just right at the edge

I knew a woman once
(see the rumors are not true
i do know real human women)
and she was toast

the kind of toast that is just right at the edge
crisp without being burnt
slathered in butter like it was suntan lotion
and raspberry jelly . . .
a few seeds
but well worth it . . .

oh and don’t forget the
Salada Green Tea
and of course the lemon
(no lemon
got to get a lemon at the store)
and honey
yeah
honey . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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