Dine-In MenuA Poem by Andromedafor escuela #2As the hotel air-conditioner Growled, The old man Mumbled and Flipped through The Dine-in menu, Which was Crinkled and Stained The color of Potato bags And Cheap-hotel Vacations; He decided to go out for dinner.
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