Memory of a Muffin
The muffin pan was on top of the toaster oven.
The pan at first appeared empty,
But, in the bottom of most of the dozen, muffin holes,
Some crumbs from muffins past remained,
So that when I turned on the oven,
The smell of muffins filled the air.
As the sweet scent of muffins filled the room,
I
Tasted a memory of you.
by A. D. Camerone 6/15/10
Google Blog Version
Free Use Fiction
All Rights Reserved
Twitter version 6/9/09
Memory of a Muffin. An empty pan & only crumbs from muffins past remained. The smell of muffins filled the room and I tasted a memory of you
The muffin pan was on top of the toaster oven.
The pan at first appeared empty,
But, in the bottom of most of the dozen, muffin holes,
Some crumbs from muffins past remained,
So that when I turned on the oven,
The smell of muffins filled the air.
As the sweet scent of muffins filled the room,
I
Tasted a memory of you.
by A. D. Camerone 6/15/10
Google Blog Version
Free Use Fiction
All Rights Reserved
Twitter version 6/9/09
Memory of a Muffin. An empty pan & only crumbs from muffins past remained. The smell of muffins filled the room and I tasted a memory of you
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