Page C8
Restaurants Meet Codes
The Poetry Bread Circle
As water spewed forth from the eyes of the idol
A remnant gathered at the poetry bread circle
And it came to pass in those days
That a decree went out from the vagabond
To the height an egg will bounce
That one teaspoon should equal one tablespoon
Till one came forth clad in sky blue pink saying
Give me a break and we will watch garages
As frightened cougars greet tomorrow
© MCMXCVIII by Arlon Ryan Staywell
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