Din-Ner?
“Ah, the din,
How could one not love
the robust ramblings of humanity?”
Families full, ripe, rotund,
fostering love amongst the feast,
the forage sublime.
Babies squeal.
Mom’s scold.
Dad’s strut, so proud, so bold.
Ah, the din of happy times,
times of feast and fellowship sublime.
Ah, how food makes love shine!
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