Sometimes I’m amazed at how things get where they are. As I’m driving along the other day, there is a load of bread on a guardrail. A guardrail along side of a 4 lane highway. 🤔
And the wild part, it didn’t look mashed. I can’t make it 3 miles without a loaf of bread looking like it’s been ran over. Stepped on. Or attached by pigeons.
Poetry & More 
you noticed waste
not in haste
an error
the terror of that micro second perhaps eh Jo?
just so~!
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