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What Shall I Eat for Lunch?


Rrrringg! The bell squeals like a famished pig And everyone bolts out of class, Stomachs filled with Emptiness. The heavenly menu for lunch Stimulates my anxious taste buds As if they were given Ten cups of non-decaffeinated coffee. Plump and seasoned calzones, Loaded with a cheese bomb waiting to explode, Tempting tater tots, Juicy golden-brown rotisserie chicken, Crispy sticks of potato, With heart-stopping chocolate cake on the side. Demanding a snippet of everything, I later reach into My pockets to discover my imminent dreams are shattered.
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Poetry is life. <3

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