Picnic TableA Poem by Fire&IceI sit, my bottom against a plastic seat She sits, her eyes intent on her food I sigh, watching her lift up the sandwich She bites, sinking her teeth into the wheat bread I cringe, hearing the noise from her mouth She blinks, not noticing my recoil I breathe, inhaling the smell of the sandwich She swallows, all the while ignorant To my blatant dislike of her chewing. © 2008 Fire&IceAuthor's Note
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Added on September 21, 2008AuthorFire&IceMAAbout"You've got enemies? Good. That means you actually stood up for something in your life." more..Writing
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