Ode to Leftovers

O Leftovers, you are so sweet.

Your fragrance from the oven is…

Bless this food and let’s eat!

Well, maybe technically it wasn’t quite an ode. It’s probably about 27 lines short of being an ode.  Fair enough. The leftovers didn’t last very long either.

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About Jaye Bee

Story-teller and Author My stories: Pink Baby Alligator is a published children's book; The Girl Who Saw Clouds is a YA crossover novel making the agent and publisher rounds; I Always Wanted to Be a Spy, a mystery thriller, is in second-ish draft. I live on a farm with Farmer Man, two dogs, and sixty chickens. Follower of Jesus. Thou shalt not plagiarize. (See Commandment #8)
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