Pizza Man's RantA Poem by T. F. RiceNo, I've never been a pizza man.
PIZZA MAN'S RANT
Another house inhabited by the lobotomized. Another home, another door bearing idiotic grin. That wash of air and rays of light, as serrated door edges scrape, are all quite different, somehow the same. Each face affords its unique sigh, the eyes blank, for none of them ever look their pizza man in the eye. © 2008 T. F. RiceReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorT. F. RiceWyoming County, NYAboutT. F. Rice lives with her husband and their teenage son in a small town in New York state in the U.S. She also lives with her creative clutter -- she presses flowers for making candles and cards, recy.. more..Writing
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