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The Woodstock Poems: Bread Alone

My mind wanders over latté. Here’s what occurred to me one afternoon at Bread Alone. Bread Alone Brave & Restless you’ll Eat candied hearts in Apricot, prune, or cranberry. Doom gives crunch to the oatmeal. Alimony tastes like sourdough. Oh, … Continue reading

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