On the windowsill
a small tomato rotted.
No one would eat it.
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"Why a writing blog, Steve?"
"It's not a writing blog."
"But you're a writer."
"When a chef pours himself a bowl of cereal, is he cheffing? This isn't for real. It's a place to play. A play blog."
"What kind of writer uses the word 'cheffing'?
"The kind that has a play blog."
"It's not a writing blog."
"But you're a writer."
"When a chef pours himself a bowl of cereal, is he cheffing? This isn't for real. It's a place to play. A play blog."
"What kind of writer uses the word 'cheffing'?
"The kind that has a play blog."
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On the windowsill
a small tomato rotted
fruit flies would eat it
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