Free Soup Poem by Lamar Cole

Free Soup



Stan loved to spend every penny that he earned.
In his hands, money would burn.
He never would save a dime.
He was only interested in having a good time.

His not borrowing to pay his rent.
Was what his friends were wishing.
His favorite place to eat was the free soup kitchen.

Monday, July 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: soup
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