Random Poetry…”At Montana’s”

At Montana’s™,
a poem on brown
paper is rash,
for at the end
of the meal,
the poem
ends up trash

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a bit of “random poetry” that I wrote today at Montana’s.  I always wonder if the people who work there ever read what is written on the brown paper “table cloth”, or if it just ends up in the trash can.

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