Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire
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Sunday, April 24, 2022
NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Three, Poem Twenty-Three
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On Sunday
I try to write
anything.
That's when
Heaven
turns black,
Hello Fresh
orders begin
to boil.
The message
for me
is clear.
There is Bible
There are
recipes.
And there is
nothing
in between.
1 comment:
JJ Stickney
said...
Too good.
4/24/2022 5:05 PM
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Too good.
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