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Welsh Leftovers


I swallowed hard the feelings scorned,

to finish off my plate

 

But filled I was in sated form

a glutton postulate

 

I bit off more than I could chew,

with meat still on the bone

 

My stomach full of fiery barbs

—leftovers unatoned

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020) 

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