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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