“The Southern Diner Short Poem,” by Eric Robert Nolan
How about some mozzarella for this 50-year-old fella? Gimme just enough eggs and cheese to stop my frikkin’ arteries, please. Share your cheer and take my money. No, I don’t mind if you call me “Honey.” Photo credit: Sarah Stierch (CC BY 4.0)
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