Orange chickenA Poem by Jon Roggie
Turning zucchini into matchsticks,
giving you a chance to talk. Slice the baby peppers into thin half moons, listening to your woes. Julienne the red onion, rice is cooking, nod my head, letting you know I am listening. Chicken is almost done, sauce, and vegetables also, and you seem a bit more at peace. Now, we can eat, and you seem more at peace. © 2014 Jon Roggie |
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2 Reviews Added on September 17, 2014 Last Updated on September 17, 2014 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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