by Mark Hurley

Created on: November 13, 2009

what left-overs

the crunch is gone from the skin

where the turkey was deep fried

but at two in the morning still good

cold not even nuked just like it is

the cranberries are gone oh well

dressing is still here love it cold

my stomach has receded and awaits

all i can find in this cavern of delight

i snatch a piece of pumpkin pie

no whip cream naked and bare

i cannot help taste these morsels

as i load my plate high to the sky

i am a left-over from many years

giving thanks that the cavern is full

sitting in the quiet i enjoy the peace

of no arms grabbing and reaching

i savor each bite not as dinner was

reaching and grabbing stuffing it in

did not want to miss anything then

am happy i am not missing out now

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