Wheatgrass

She said, “Come meet me in the fields,
And I will give my love to you.”
He went and waited, with a heart,
But now, it’s understood —

That love is cruel when it’s not kind,
And power’s shown by giving pain,
And wheatgrass blows in empty fields
Where men give up on love
For good

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    1. We can make them good crumbs, though. Like Italian salad good.

      I can’t believe I just put “salad” and “good” in the same sentence. I’m eating a sausage biscuit to atone.

      1. I got two biscuit’s worth of sausage, but only one biscuit’s worth of biscuit.

        That’s for sure about toasters. “Burnt offerings” my dad used to call them.

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