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Two California residents are suing Cento Fine Foods, alleging the company engaged in “tomato fraud” by claiming that the tomatoes in one of its canned products are the authentic San Marzano variety from Italy. The plaintiffs claim that Cento’s “Certified San Marzano” labeling is “false, misleading and unfair,” alleging that the tomatoes in the product lack the quality and taste associated with…

Enjoy the poetry https://aalbc.com/tc/events/event/177-cento-series-episode-96/

In the beginning, the Lord said, let there be cosmos

So when you arrive it is as a mass of burning stardust, suns for bones and constellations for eyes

There’s stardust in my veins and galaxies in my soul

Something in you longs for more

Something in me feels like I am not allotted this much existence

Star child; are you listening?

Your halo holds the light of a dying star, a black hole cradled in its embrace

You don’t have to be dying

You can be a comet tearing open the sky

One day you will grow wings

Maybe that's what stars are, the little pieces of our heart gone missing. Maybe that's why I feel safer under moonlight

You look like you've eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you're drowning in it

Like Icarus

You know Icarus laughed as he fell

But when you hear the name Icarus, you think of his fall

And nobody mourned for Lucifer when he fell

Why pray for the dead, instead of a devil that you never pray for?

You must

Rage, rage, against the dying of the light

I am ashes where once I was fire

Because stars are not peaceful, they are made of burning fire

They go out with a bang, or heavier than thought possible

I felt heavy my whole life. I always thought that death would be the heaviest thing of all Maybe I used to be angelic-

But you were never more an angel than you are right now

Boy is drinking vodka and holy water in class to purify his soul

I try to pray but it just feels like I’m trying to scream, while unable to breathe God buries lions teeth and lily seeds in my heart ‘God’ falls from my mouth and hits a million other names on the way, each as close and remote as the last

The Lord looked down, said, hey, you’re only mortal

If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually

Your legacy’s not yours to see nor is your eulogy

In a dream I meet my dead friend

The seasons are changing, and I still remember you

Dear God, will it be okay?

In the beginning, the Lord said, let there be cosmos

Enjoy the poetry, linked to various poetry collections of mine https://aalbc.com/tc/events/event/173-cento-series-episode-92/

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