I am sandwiched between
yesterday and tomorrow
asking myself all the time
what should be the filling today,
Yesterday is stale bread,
tomorrow's bread is never available
I guess I'll have to make do
-exist on what is present right now.
And boy, how good it tastes.
Nothing like the freshness of a new day
no matter what the filling is.
That is all I can say.
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