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Fifteen Pies and Counting

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There is a breeze up here at the top
of the world at the bottom
of the park. Down below
the people roam in the dark 
on hot pavement. But here we toast
healthcare by moonlight. Up here
we nibble on crab salad and cherry pie.
In the morning, Bel will join Nan
in the sky; D will sell pancakes
in the sun; and pie will join pie
to meet the princess of Harlem.




Written by etinnyo

July 1, 2012 at 9:50 pm

Posted in Art, Food, New York, Pie

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