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 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
When I sit down
At the table
I get excited
To read your label

Peeling back
Your foil cover
A small square of joy
I discover

Strawberry or grape
Jelly or jam
I don't really
Give a ****

I use a few
On my toast
That's the way
I like it most

I think I'm hooked
Don't try and knock it
I put a couple
In my pocket

When no one is looking
Into my pocket I reach
Slowly I pull one out
Man I hope it's peach

Always thinking about it
That sticky substance I crave
Won't someone help me
I'm becoming it's slave

In the fall
It's homemade preserve
On a Ritz *******
I like to serve

I can't stop
No matter how I try
I'll be a slave to the jelly
Till the day I die
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Time is racing
Always going so fast
One minute the future
The next it's the past

Oh so fleeting
Quickly passing by
One day your born
The next you die

Always chasing you
Staying closely behind
No sense in hiding
It is you it will find

No drugs or operations
Can fool this persistent friend
With you from the beginning
Following you till the end

Don't waste time worrying
Leave it all to fate
Before you know it it'll be over
Enjoy it before it's to late
 Jul 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Driving to work
Feeling a little blue
Thinking about
A life without you

Trying to breathe
Without any air
That's how I'd feel
If you didn't care

Your love is my lifeblood
The fire to my soul
If I didn't have you
I wouldn't be whole

Together forever
On this you can rely
One day without you
I surely would die
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