tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post115690157827849016..comments2023-10-03T04:47:38.647-04:00Comments on The Hippie Parade: Stupid Red Sky at Sunsetsingletonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03482545214687731218noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-1156913393986054532006-08-30T00:49:00.000-04:002006-08-30T00:49:00.000-04:00Ah yesssss leftovers. That moment thinking about ...Ah yesssss leftovers. That moment thinking about the person you do not want in your brain at all. Finding another thing amongst your belongings that make you think of who you want to forget more than something that just flushed. Seeing a car like theirs and not being able to not look to see if it is them. Ah good old leftover fodder. And yes I appreciate your poem's image. I think it is on my porch too.Mary Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09506564756530464433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27160033.post-1156912423082821092006-08-30T00:33:00.000-04:002006-08-30T00:33:00.000-04:00I LOVE LEFTOVERS!Just when we think there's nothin...I LOVE LEFTOVERS!<BR/>Just when we think there's nothing left, we find ourselves so blessed to find leftovers...and they are sooo good!<BR/>Spaghetti & meatballs are always best on day 2 or 3.<BR/>Steak is great, cooked yet cold, the morning after a night of cooking out & drinking in.<BR/>Leftovers are the best...they've had time to soak up all the spices.<BR/>And...Love, my dear, is the spice of life.skinnylittleblondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.com