This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Saturday, June 13, 2009


Just a note to say that,
finding the bag where you left it
in the fridge, I, to be candid, ate
the candied dates. What's left
is the pits.

[Note: This is another punny one. It's a take-off on a short poem by William Carlos Williams (see called "This is just to say" -- that he's eaten someone's plums. But I wrote mine in a typical election year, in which the choices sucked. So I ate all the candidates (candied dates). (Dream on!)]

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