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Nov 2014
I found hope after a cheap meal,
tossed onto our table
like an afterthought.

I did not tell you of the little miracle
hidden away between the folds,
just slipped the scrap of paper
into my pocket,
and savored the taste of
the sweet golden future.
nomadpenguin
Written by
nomadpenguin  USA
(USA)   
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