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Poetry
by Nan
Fix
It Again
It
was the end of another week and the fridge and cupboards were
becoming empty. There was a little of this and a little of
that which, with a little imagination, could be put together
for a tasty little meal.
My
seven year old came home from school, hungry as seven year
olds can be and asked, "what are ya gonna fix for supper."
I
told him a little of this and a little of that. I told him
it would be a surprise.
The
surprise was put on the table and eaten with gusto! Fix it
again, Mom, this is good. What is it?
The
only answer I could give him was, "a little of this and a
little of that". I should've remembered the left leftovers
so I could "fix it again." So you see, left leftovers aren't
so bad after all.
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