for chips. Their spa serves sauce,
so it can be called
the spauce.
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National Tortilla Chip Day (24th of February)
reminds me of these thoughts (in this post: I’m sharing).
This poem Bowl of Salsa was published (years ago) by Milpitas Post.
Continuing is the memory of this poem I wrote.
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Onto a different subject
(so this post not done yet):
In its 2/23/24 issue, Orangevale View published my other work Readings on Feelings (on page 2).
Here’s the link to the issue:
https://ovview.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Issue-4-Vol-17-2.23.24-FINAL.pdf .
For those who might not want to check that issue out,
I’m including the poem in this post, here and now:
Readings on Feelings
Readings of five more poems (featured in OV View)
were recently recorded and can now be listened to.
Anagram for Skies, Pink Anagram, Tears,
Husband, and Love are five poems for your ears.
For those who might wonder how they’re spoken or sound:
my website includes links to where they’re found…
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Links for Anagram for Skies: https://youtube.com/shorts/F6JpaK7oD0E ,
for Pink Anagram: https://youtube.com/shorts/FDYMADz0BU8 ,
for Tears: https://youtube.com/shorts/mfkb7jrgTKg ,
for Husband: https://youtube.com/shorts/-ldy2o0ga2Q ,
for Love: https://youtube.com/shorts/WGY9YG_IF9o .
Also, these five writings are in this blog
(continuing the memory of what I wrote and thought).