Roasted
Jewel Food Stores - Illinois
Looking at that roast in the cart
I savor its taste even now.
Yet never thinking that for my part
When I will cook it...or even how.
But I take it to the checkout lane
With all the other items that day.
Finally having to leave it...to looks of disdain
I didn't bring enough cash with me...all to my dismay.
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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