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(In honor of National Poetry Month that starts today!)
That Big Ol’ Potato Chip in the Sky
Now some may not believe
in the potato chip in the sky
but I, I see it rise every morning
and set over the sea every night.
Its supreme thinness
its salty savory taste raining
down upon our wet heads
In the evening as I drift off to sleep
I’m soothed by the thought of
His yumminess filling my tummy,
I’m warm and happy inside.
Kenny A. Chaffin - 4/1/2011
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