Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.Even Denny's Was Closed


Christmas eve caught me short,
late in the week. Sales
clanged, rung and beeped
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  • Scarlett Treat (7/14/2007 1:04:00 PM)

    A day late and more than a dollar short!
    That, my friend - -
    Is what plastic is for! !

    Had to laugh about this....even though it has sad overtones. Have you ever looked at those folks in Denny's on holidays...and wondered what their story was - - why they are alone? Sad! (Report) Reply

  • Elysabeth Faslund (7/5/2007 7:21:00 PM)

    Anything in the frig, that wasn't on the health Dept.'s list...or C.D.C's? Then, you definitely were caught. the picture you've painted is real to the core. I've gotten used to baloney sandwiches on Christmas Day. Hey, can of cranberry sauce, and you're there. Job extra well done in this one! ! ! xxElysabeth (Report) Reply

  • Dee Daffodil (6/1/2007 11:01:00 AM)

    Awwwwww...you paint a sad picture of someone left all alone over the holidays....awwwwww... My heart goes out...
    Hugs,
    Dee (Report) Reply

  • Michael Fischer (5/1/2007 11:51:00 PM)

    I love Denny's Southwestern burger! That's good haha. I liked your storytelling and your vivid descripiton; 'drowned my resolve under icy stars' was a well written line. Good poem! Top marks!
    -Michael (Report) Reply

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