soup were gone when i came
few fried chicken in cellophane
left cold by caretaker were ruin
can of soda all i could for thirst
from cooler full of empty bottles
for impatient man, get wrinkles
i smile, should i be one of them
i turned off light before leaving
children still having lots of fun
in summer field soaking sun
i have to wait to take home one
you did before, this is my time
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