Poem -
Messy Plate
My plate is of diverse, mismatching food,
Barely separated by the boundaries of solitude.
A child could feel the sympathy
Of a full mouth with inefficiency.
I do more than I could say,
And I say more than I could do.
But I will swallow each distasteful path that I chew.
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