Richard's Poetry Pavilion
Monday, April 3, 2017
Stop in Fredericksburg.
The skin was past the covers,
and there was a crisp with
the sweet and savory.
I dug right in, first with eyes as
well placed proportions,
on and by tables, peaked
my appetite aplenty.
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