No Soup TonightA Poem by Shawn PfisterFive pounds of carrots were found dead On the cold cellar shelf they laid; Little lives meant to keep us fed. Five pounds of carrots were found dead. Why not the onions in their stead? Think of all the soups gone unmade. Five pounds of carrots were found dead On the cold cellar shelf they laid. © 2011 Shawn Pfister |
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2 Reviews Added on March 1, 2011 Last Updated on March 1, 2011 AuthorShawn PfisterSault Ste. Marie, Northern Ontario, CanadaAboutI am a writer living in Sault Ste. Marie, ON. I have had short stories and poems published in Vicious Bites and Vicious Spirits, both available on Amazon and will have another short story published.. more..Writing
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