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Baked new potatoes
Sour cream and chives for toppings
mini canapes
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On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 days ago in Poets
Comments (9)
Nice work!
Super delicious! Great haiku! 🤍
Yummy haiku. Well done.
When I could eat potatoes, oh yes!!! Also, remember when potatoes skins were the big appetizers!!! Love this!!!❤️❤️💕
Ohhh these sound DELICIOUS! Do you think I could do them in the air fryer?
Potatoes are the best because they are so versatile!
Potatoes are the best!!! 😁
Oh yeah! My kind of canapé! Yum 😋 😋 😋
Great Haiku!