Below is the poem entitled with onions which was written by poet
Penicaro. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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pork chop sandwich with onions,
and the smell of daddies leather coat,
I'm not much for crying.
Brought to our knees
by our ability to live,
struggle and pain cover the pillars
of the ancients