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As Tho' They'd Never Seen Food Before . . . . . .

As Tho' They'd Never Seen Food Before . . . . . .

There was a place - let's just call it Greedery,
now it was often just split being a dichotomy
between north and south where it was snooty,
once had an empire but now an unknown entity. 

They tore down statues and renamed the roads,
however, with all these things they still had codes,
if you were another race, then not really one of them,
in fact, it could be a case of really up and at 'em. 

When it came to food, everything devoured in the bath, 
and returning favours - you must be having a laugh,
not all of course but many guilty of indiscretions,
just devouring all within their path and no rations.

Funny thing was - some of the superiority continued,
sour grapes - a bit like a good winner just being booed.

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Gwendoline

Wow Terry a fab write and I must say I love the last line 

“sour grapes - a bit like a good winner just being booed”

what a gem of an ending 👌

I hope life is treating you both well x 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Gwen,
Thanks so much,
love, 
Terry.
xoxo :)

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