Hey, it looks like Thursday to me. And that means it’s time for some poetry.

From: Charlie S.
Subject: Poem

whoa, dropped a bean
where’d it go
no wonder there are beans going everywhere,
a saboteur!
beans cleverly hidden between tinfoil layers
so that as I undress the burrito they jump out at me
this means war

Charlie S.
the Hive
www.bythehive.com

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