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Feta and Me

We hadn't met til recently,
Feta and me.
Now the Greek’s my roomie
With a crib in the fridge,
Always up for a ride
On a rice cake,
Adding a modest zing
To the morning.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.

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