Meatloaf

A Poem by Samuel Brown

When I see a crowd of people,

I see a pile of flesh.

It reminds me of my mother’s meatloaf,

Tender, but not fresh.

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Ugly but good...

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Added on February 14, 2012
Last Updated on February 14, 2012

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