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 Food Fight During lunch Into the bright red tomato soup like little bullets Between he chair, in sister’s knotted hair Past the soiled hall, out the colorful, artistic stained-glass door On mother’s angry face Into her smoky ears Like a force, beneath the ground Past the mashed potato walls, into the kitchen To the suspicious, terrified kids “To you rooms!” Article posted February 21, 2012 at 10:19 PM • comment • Reads 833 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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