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Crusty Good

I come in sadly,
greeting crusty red faces.
One hand shakes firmly.
Crusty good. Am I crusty?
Wondering if God is here.

 

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This entry was posted on April 4, 2011, 9:19 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by Jamie Dedes on April 4, 2011 - 11:50 pm

    Crusty! I rather like that as an issue. Nicely done.

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    • #2 by Carl on April 5, 2011 - 7:14 am

      It is open to lots of different interpretations! Thank you, Jamie!

      Reply

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