February 10, 2015June 5, 2015 Haiku 13 The hot box cooked, scents rolled out, he reached in, nodding, not drooling. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related Published by Luke Meyer Writer. Artist. Cartoonist. Poet. Author. Comedian. Creator. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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