A Mans Meal
A man walks in from the cold
Smelling of booze and looking like hell.
He is a regular so they say.
He has a seat with his name.
Three times a day he comes in
seems like a real nice man.
Never did ask what brought him here.
or even if he has kids to care.
Still I serve him the same every day.
As he eats and goes on his way.
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