Gizzards

Gizzards

A Poem by W. Barrett Munn

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During the blizzard

we ate gizzards for dinner

necks and backs were

leftover for snacks.



When the snow

covered the windows

Flynn left to go home

and open a bottle of wine



But then the blizzard

caved in our roof and

we couldn't move but Flynn,

bless him, came and saved us



and we made an igloo

out of snow although it

melted as did the blizzard when

we fried more gizzards for dinner.

© 2023 W. Barrett Munn


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Added on October 14, 2023
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W. Barrett Munn
W. Barrett Munn

TULSA, OK



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