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A tragic 4-line, food-based, break-up poem

Pete MercerApril 7, 2019Eclectic

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I wrote a tragic 4 -line, food-based, break-up poem:

 

 

You loved to cook me dinner

But now I’m left unfed

The writing’s on the wall my dear

Let’s bury this thing it’s dead.

 

 

 

 

 

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