I toasted bread today. I burnt two slices while I saved the rest. I neatly hid the burnt ones under my plate so I could serve the good ones to my parents.

My mother knew me so well that she took the burnt slice before I could tell her they were for me.

"Why did you hide them?" She asked.
"Because they are burnt and I don't like giving my close ones, the worse pieces of me." I replied.

She tucked my hair behind my ear and said,
"If you can't give the worse pieces of you to those close to you, that just means they aren't close to you, or....you are just too far away from them."

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You toasted me for your taste,
& I love even to be browned for you. 💕

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Be on the toes

to be the Toast !

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Resonate
With the Universe
And become the
Toast of the Heavens!

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We raised
our glasses in
a toast,
you loved
the champagne,
but I loved you
the most...

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Well, I am
rusking in peace.

Literally, my tea is Ruskin' Bond.

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Almost every Toast
Dipped in Tea.. 😊

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Then, I refused to realize
that you had me on toast.
Now, you refuse to realize
that you are not my toast anymore.

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Toast to success of the writers who write to drool their emotions expressed in words through the mouth of their readers..

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Wants forfeit
by responsibility
never denied

Looking into eyes that brightly shone
with light that should have been her own
she cried and drank in misery - 
a toast! to all that could not be

Tearing the cocoon
before arrival of flight
chrysalis and creature became One: 
caught upon protrusions of thorny thought
fancy dress came undone

She has no need for clothes 
to satisfy vicious morality
(of which there is a lot, around)
Her voice is her will
– in pleasure or in rage –
and if sound is continuity
of words on a page,
her silence: an intimation of sound

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