Rubber SandwichesA Poem by MasonThis poem is edible!Why run about in open fields To capture fleeing game When food comes out in images And beckons to your name Their meals are ones of plenty So long as one can pay For men who starve in city streets Are relics of the day When we ran about in open fields To capture fleeing game © 2010 MasonFeatured Review
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