Titles but no poems.
This may call for some kind of drastic action, come (what they call) the new year (same minutes, same order in my small town).
And so began the Great Heist of 2013 . . .
You've been warned.
Happy New Year.
Cc: File, Col. Flotsam, St. Joseph
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When you come to town for a wedding, maybe you'll leave with a handful of rice to throw in the air.
I didn't want to give you three whole plates because I know that, with a few sips of water, the stuff can expand a lot in your stomach.
Sometimes the sound of it hitting the pavement is better than the taste of it steaming beneath a bunch of Chinese food.
The Great Rice of 2013 begins...
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