She slings words
like Frank at the corner deli
makes the morning special
corn beef and hash.
Her down-home menu
contains one sentence poems
the occasional palinode, and free verse
poached in simmering creative juices.
Unlike the connoisseurs uptown
she licks her word-smudged fingers
content with happy drop-ins
and the occasional loyal customer.
lillian the home poet 
As though I’m meeting her in person . . . . such rich images and eloquent poetry.
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So glad you like it. Have a wonderful weekend.
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You’re most welcome. Wishing you the same.
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Tasty!
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The perfect response! 🙂
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A sweet taste of down to earth O’Natural! :o)
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Just a little fun on the page 🙂
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:o)
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What wonderful imagery here, Lillian. I pictured myself in one of those railroad-style diners. You know with the heavy ceramic coffee cups and tinny spoons. Can you tell, I love my diner coffee.;)
Thank you for a happy moment.
Your words here so very satiating and delightful!
am:)
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You’re right! I’m really glad you decided to write. I have this insatiable hunger for words too.
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