The meat in my sandwich
The cold in my ice
The onions in my taco
The dots on my dice.
The biscuit ‘neath my gravy
The tootsie in my roll
The water in my ocean
The statistics in my poll.
The sand in my bucket
The flowers in my vase
The chocolate in my chip
The smile on my face.
Love you, Studly.
Peace, People!
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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MARK PETRUSKA | WRITER
Short essays about novels and other fictional works
By Ian Garrabrant
Home of Micropoetry, Literature, art and philosophy.
Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.
I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Aw, sweet!
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Thank you. I actually meant most of it. š
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Of course you did. So happy for you!
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