I had just one job:
“Watch the bacon, don’t burn it.”
Forgive me, I’ve sinned.
Burnt bacon haiku
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I had just one job:
“Watch the bacon, don’t burn it.”
Forgive me, I’ve sinned.
I love poetry. But I'm picky. No one pays me to read and write poems. It's more of a labor of love. I guess that puts me in good company. This is a project to discover why some poems strike you deep, deep down, while others leave you cold. I've got some ideas, and I'm eager to learn. I'll show you some of mine. Maybe we'll learn something new. View all posts by Bobby Ball
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Bacon black as tar
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Ha! Jan, you’ve got talent too!
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