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By maria E. kuntz

Saverio, walking into your house is like finding someone else’s grocery list: no kiddie cereals, ingredients only gen x’ers can pronounce, exotic staples such as capers– just because they go well with scrambled eggs (the same eggs you desire to cook for the girl who never stays for breakfast because she is a woman with her own list for filling her cupboard with cans having labels you have never read.}

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July 31, 2007 17:05Angel of Music

well... this is interesting... I am not quite sure why you put the last part into () tho.

lol i like it and i thought they were dating! well now i know ow bye the way its sylver!

August 6, 2007 01:57maria E. kuntz

i put the ( ) because this poem is one sentence long. mariaEkuntz