Thin Soup
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I'm just sitting here waiting for the ladle
To pass along to me, those tasty things
I'm anxious for what's lying in its cradle
Letters forming words that often sing
But I'm looking in my bowl and it's half empty
The pot looks like it's barren to the bone
There's no meat or veggies there, and I'm painfully aware
I'm sitting at the table all alone
Were is everybody ?
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015
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