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poems about onion bagels
the most important / most deeply introspective meal of the day
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
hotel, motel, onion bagel inn
stopped
by
several
B&Bs
...
sadly
"B" never
stood for
"bagel"
...
such
b.s.
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an onion bagel poem a day keeps the doctor away. unless that doctor is a psychiatrist specializing in obsessive-compulsive obscure niche poetry writing, in which case the opposite is probably true.
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