Leftovers again,
My brother and I chorused.
A daily occurrence
For us, it seemed.
Not once did it ever
Occur to us,
for it was so sureal,
That we had never
Partaken in
The original sit-down meal.

RKO â’¸2024 All Rights Reserved

Written by RKO

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