My inspiration to write this poem came to me one day while I was on Facebook. A dear friend and poet whom I’d met on HubPages, Vincent Moore, had mentioned that he was having a bit of a dry spell as far as writing. Both of us are from Montreal, and anyways the one thing I always think about when I remember back to my childhood is Montreal Smoked Meat Sandwiches. Sure you can get these delicious sandwiches other places but for some reason they just don’t taste as good as they do at Schwartz’s or Reubens’s.
This poem is dedicated to one of my favorite poets Vincent.
|Montreal Smoked Meat on Rye
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