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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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