I wish the poem was nicer/ on this eve of the day we celebrate hospitality/ and survival/ we are treacle nice/ or try to be/ shooting for the hallmark pretty as a picture/ life/ considered rude/ to point out the hungry/ the lonely/ the ones sleeping under bridges/ are there the other 364 days of the year/ and we care less/ even ruder to point out the hospitality we celebrate/ was wrapped in…
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