A Poem about Lunch
Four jars of mayo.
All expired.
Tuna salad.
Made with French dressing.
Last resort.
Sad face.
Not too bad actually.
Weird.
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Four jars of mayo.
All expired.
Tuna salad.
Made with French dressing.
Last resort.
Sad face.
Not too bad actually.
Weird.
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July 20th, 2007 at 7:37 pm
Love it. : )
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