Seventy Seven
Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
C/enter>
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