A haunted breakfast
Count Chocula darkening
my breakfast bowl
chocolate-shaped bats
like tiny Pac Man ghosts
reminding me of a time
when everything was sweet
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Rambling thoughts from someone who thinks being barefoot on a spring, summer or fall day is one of the best feelings there is. Freelance ideas from a not-quite freelance writer.
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