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Hot Fresh Baked Bread
by A. Paige White I hunger, my love, I hunger and thirst
You know me well, my best, my worst
Quench this yearning and soulful mourning
I heed your stops, and loving warning
Let loves loaves be baked afresh
In your presence I bask and bless
No more! No more to fill up on crumbs
Or chemicals that soil and numbs
This waiting, yearning need of you
I need you, love, I need you true
Please come to me swifter yet
With doubt and pain I am beset.
09/01/2006 Author's Note: Lunch hour scribblish between Kathy's horror story of modus hastus interruptus and Richard's question of "do you know why a butterfly spreads his wings?"
Posted on 09/01/2006
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