Saturday, August 24, 2024

LAST MEAL DINER

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LAST MEAL DINER

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At first we eat the pretty words and dessert of lies


But the more we eat, the emptier we feel


We keep hoping something will come along


We can sink our teeth into, that will nourish us


But we get nothing, at best, and slamonella poisoning


At worst


We mustn't hope until we starve to death


We must learn how to forage for ourselves.

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