tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31778475478902174242011-12-22T19:09:18.158-08:00Tim Jones-Yelvingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456554360685811653noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3177847547890217424.post-74946826021548579852009-07-23T10:04:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:10:28.637-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >written in 19__, age __</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >No not mountains or pure blue lakes </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >What he enjoys are potato pancakes</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >No care for sunsets and waterfalls </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Bring me the borscht and the plum matzoh balls</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Who needs the talking, who needs the kisses?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >All he wants are potato knishes</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Meg's bio here, possibly also a few reflections on writing the poem and its relationship, if any, to her adult work. </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3177847547890217424-7494682602154857985?l=thescribblemagazine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tim Jones-Yelvingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03456554360685811653noreply@blogger.com0