Grilled and Pressed Panini-Like — a poem

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I watch the two come together, burying
me — among other onlookers, stunned
by the buttered rhetoric (both sides,
please!), appearance of freshness —
as we head to the preheated greased
pan.

It does little to melt
one’s heart,

but it does liquify one’s resolve.

 

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for Just Jot It January the 10th