Oh, Jaime! I laughed out loud when you spoke "a pox upon you, toast butter side perched on my hand then down to the floor. A pox upon you buttered toast." Probably not a direct quote. Then felt sad for you when you said, "Eff you Trisha. A pox upon you, Trisha." I suppose we must laugh if we must cry or rage. Love you, dear poet. ~Marirose New Hampshire USA ❤️💚🤍🖤
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