I was wondering about
all the loves and hates
heaped upon the human plate
All the generations
of trial and error
that mix so close
to each other
like attic cellars
Joined by the
the living room
where they dance
within the maze
The lost drive
so fresh a flower
thrown into the simmering chowder
Soup baked by all emotions
Will it last?
Everybody giggles
when they enter
the worm that wiggles
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