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Norton's Diner, Nashua, NH
Photo by Rene

a sturdy burger
a rich, robust cup
a dash of catch up
on the local scuttlebutt

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  1. nice...i love places like that...probably not the healthiest food...but some of the most tasty...and you def catch up on the scuttlebutt....ha

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  2. Gee this brings back fond memories for me. Some day I hope to follow that old Route 66 highway that I've heard some towns have brought many of the old forgotten places back to life!

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  3. really paint the setting nicely here. Scuttlebutt is a perfect word for a short verse, really adds much more to the piece than being but one word of the short verse. Really nicely done. Thanks

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  4. this remins me-- i had no dinner and getting hungry now...oh my... love it..love the pic and would like to jump right into it and order a burger...ha

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    1. Come to Nashua, Claudia! I take you to Norton's, my treat :)

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  5. Can't say it conforms to any form...I just thought these words looked cool hanging out together :)

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  6. this made me smile - always the perfect place for a little local gossip! K

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  7. Short and carefully chosen words...you created a story here ~ Good one ~

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  8. Comfort food :) Diners are awesome. Nice capture of this feeling

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  9. Ha, I am sure that often the scuttlebutt is composed of tasty morsels as well. Smiles.

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    1. The food is just a prop
      We're really there to eavesdrop :)

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  10. Sounds like a very nice place to sit and write (short) poetry at, great picture.

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  11. Scuttlebutt - a different menu every day; plenty of material for a poet to get to work with. That sure sounds like my kind of place :-)

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  12. Clever write - so much said.
    'The food is just a prop
    We're really there to eavesdrop :)'
    (Much to be learnt this way!)

    Love it BTW. Anna :o]

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  13. Nice word play. Puts me in a mood for a grill burger and a cup of coffee. Excellente!

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  14. ...burger for dinner would not make it for me i say... smiles... scuttlebutt --- double + like...

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  15. Nice, precise, evocative description. Your writing is grounded in a very particular setting.

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  16. Ha! What a brilliant title for this very neat little description of a place we have all seen either in real life or in American films.

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  17. hilarous pun -- you took me into the great grill!

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  18. Ah, loving the retro look here and the short verse!

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