Make mine an iced, decaf, triple, grande, sugar-free vanilla, skinny, no-whip, latte.
That looks tasty.
Chocolate SwirlHere in the lower NinthTwo-story shanties have shipped outCrossing the street to nest atopAbandoned four-wheelersUrban planning takes on a new meaningWhere splintered, wind-sheared boardsStreaked by a large, chalky white x Gape whistling in the fetid heatNow that everyone's done brokeIs anyone left living inside?Only the disabled elderly knowBony fingers pointing through the slats[Disposable Poem 30 August 2006]
Thanks for the yummy comment -- as well as for Katrina memories that aren't a staged photo op.
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