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It was daily
the bread and the meat
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bleeding onto the floor
a hunger so deep
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we sliced the table to rounds
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eating that, too, we
were insatiable--
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And winter not yet upon us
sounding its dark white horn.
Susan Tepper���
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� It was daily the bread and the meat � bleeding onto the floor a hunger so deep � we sliced the table to rounds � eating that, too, we were insatiable-- � And winter not yet upon us sounding its dark white horn. Susan Tepper��� |
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