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 BreadcrumbsAt this stageWe are breadcrumbsTracing a pathThrough the forestFrom wherever we areNow back to a place Once called homeThe birds are eitherNot hungryOr all dead  The witch is eatingChicken cacciatoreAnd the dad Has sold his axTo pay his child support We ’re left wondering:Is there any bread leftOr did he use the entire loaf?11/7/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 7, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs