Fridge Space ~ for Sunday Scribblings

Fridge space is that breath between the juices and the milk ~

It is that cheesy Tower of Babel

Willing stability ~

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And down below

The vegies jostle for elbow room ~

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Fridge space is only a vision

The hungry may enjoy ~

While the rest of us

Don't really want to sacrifice plenty

For growling space

Do we?

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But then there is the ultimate fridge

South of most of our days ~

Where space is the chilled breath

Preserving the juices and milk of our very being

In a stiff semblance of living ~

Mini Towers of Babel

Struggle for warmth ~

And the very marrow of our being

Smiles wryly

Wishing for some ice melt ~

And knowing

Sadly

It may just come true ~

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Won't it?