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The
Poet's
Occasional
Alternative
I
was
going
to
write
a
poem
I
made
a
pie
instead
it
took
about
the
same
amount
of
time
of
course
the
pie
was
a
final
draft
a
poem
would
have
had
some
distance
to
go
days
and
weeks
and
much
crumpled
paper
the
pie
already
had
a
talking
tumbling
audience
among
small
trucks
and
a
fire
engine
on
the
kitchen
floor
everybody
will
like
this
pie
it
will
have
apples
and
cranberries
dried
apricots
in
it
many
friends
will
say
why
in
the
world
did
you
make
only
one
this
does
not
happen
with
poems
because
of
unreportable
sadness
I
decided
to
settle
this
morning
for
a
re-
sponsive
eatership
I
do
not
want
to
wait
a
week
a
year
a
generation
for
the
right
consumer
to
come
along
Grace
Paley
-
Begin
Again:
Collected
Poems
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