When a baby hurls/
in a seafood restaurant, you/
pretend it’s chowder.
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Many lines converged/
in a museum. I took/
the one less trodden.
OR
the one less walked on.
(with apologies to Robert Frost and the woman in the striped skirt.)
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Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet
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