![]() GizzardsA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***
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 Last Updated on October 14, 2023 Author![]() W. Barrett MunnTULSA, OKAbout“What one seems to want in art, in experiencing it, is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, a self-forgetfull, totally useless concentration." - Elizabeth Bishop Withholding info.. more..Writing
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