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May 2014
Who dares to steal
in the dead of night
sacred morsels
right out
from under his nose
mount an inquisition
follow the trail
to it’s deviant source
Halt !
he bellows
who goes there
brandishing implements  
of sacrilege
close the gates  
seal off the moat
no ones leaves until
such savagery
is exposed
cunning lies
stuck down
under the white hot glare
of the fridge light
clandestine cheese snatchers
   take heed
your nibbles
are numbered !
Another poem about  sharing the fridge...my  Dad  ( who we were living with   at the time  )  had a few moments of  "where did my  snack  go "? !
AprilDawn
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AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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   nivek and Rj
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