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    The Cardboard Writings

    By David Francis Jeffery

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    I used to work as a Mexican cook, in the dim, dark past. I was still a writer then, as I am now, but I managed a little less time to write back then. So, in between prep, set up and cooking, I would take what little time I had to write things down on the lids of our take away containers. They were made of cardboard - white on one side, and silver on the other - hence, the Cardboard Writings. I ended up with about 50 of these lids over a period of a year. These are the best of them. I no longer work at that restaurant.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid Francis Jeffery
    Release dateMay 25, 2014
    ISBN9781311090935
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    The Cardboard Writings
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    David Francis Jeffery

    David Francis Jeffery is a writer living in Australia with his wife and daughter. He has a had a few things published here and there and has self-published two chapbooks and a literary magazine in the early '00's. He writes everyday but not everyday does he write something worthwhile.

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