Six and doneA Poem by Jon Roggie
Let me see.
Light the grill. Potatoes take awhile. Season the chicken, and chop some veggies. All fresh, should taste right. Couple of hours pass, dinner looking good. Six bites in, and sound of choking starts. False alarm. Look at my plate, while it grows cold. Once again, done. © 2015 Jon Roggie |
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1 Review Added on March 29, 2015 Last Updated on March 29, 2015 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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