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Food For Thought
Am I an egg,
a hardened shell,
or just another
food to sell?
Am I like ice,
cold-hearted, frozen,
or hand reared fruit,
by experts, chosen?
Am I a sweet,
made to entice,
or bland and plain
like boiled rice?
Perhaps I'm rich
like coffee beans,
I don't know what
This feeling means.
But now my life
will culminate
one final dish,
a contem-plate.
a hardened shell,
or just another
food to sell?
Am I like ice,
cold-hearted, frozen,
or hand reared fruit,
by experts, chosen?
Am I a sweet,
made to entice,
or bland and plain
like boiled rice?
Perhaps I'm rich
like coffee beans,
I don't know what
This feeling means.
But now my life
will culminate
one final dish,
a contem-plate.
Published 28th Feb 2015
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