hot freshly cut bologna
wrap cheese, biscuits
lingers in dining room
mask by cup of coffee
fresh bread from oven
an open mouth for grace
teeth in concert with food
interrupted by pulsing words
from strain lips, full throat
quiet to most deaf ears around
a familiar beat on background
winter, bells ringing in rhyme
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