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I never ate meat— But children should. So contemptuously You served it up. And I sat at the table cold and shivering— from a lack of warmth— Staring at its cooked flesh Wondering how to get out of this mess. Until, salvation brushed my legs With his happy, hungry tail...
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
Contempt
I never ate meat— But children should. So contemptuously You served it up. And I sat at the table cold and shivering— from a lack of warmth— Staring at its cooked flesh Wondering how to get out of this mess. Until, salvation brushed my legs With his happy, hungry tail...
childhood memories of step-grandparents
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F/London
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
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