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Leftovers 7/22/09

"Not again!"

The groan is heartfelt

Eyes large with feigned misery

Begging to be excused

"We had it last night"

Isn't enough of a pretext

To escape

The time honored and tattered

Refrain of:

"It's good for you, not like the junk you usually eat…"

He obliges,

After all, he would give his life for him

What's a little spinach compared to that?

"Besides…"

His smile is wickedly crooked

"You don't seem to mind other leftovers"

He has no rejoinder;

It's true

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