Of this day of all days true,
—–I’ll give to you this final clue.
I am the one who is so said,
—–That through this week I got so red.
Hot is what I used to be,
—–But then I found this little tree.
Which had on it “red hots” of life,
—–I gathered them with little strife.
To you I give them freely now,
—–So go ahead enjoy, chow down.

 

 


I wrote this poem for a very good friend while on a trip to Daytona Beach, Florida.

 

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