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May 2014
And then it hits me, I seem to have a hankering.
This beast called hunger slowly starts to set its anchor in.
So I'm searching frantically, but there's nothing here,
When suddenly, a crunching that's familiar to my ears.
I see the bag, color green, easily my favorite.
And in my mind, I'm already eating them and savoring.
My wife-to-be keeps eating them, my delicious chips,
On her side, some salsa, all I really want's a dip.
But to my surprise, when I attempt to reach and grab some.
All I catch is air, there're just a couple sad crumbs.
Silly poem from day 6 of the last 30-day poetry challenge.
Jonathan Fernandez
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