A Poor Caterer's Advertisement Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Poor Caterer's Advertisement
She writes on her apron with a colored chalk.
Dear Customer,
I provide you tasty food at all to buy few oxygen for my weak lungs.
Very touching. Your compassion becomes you. You have a gift for creating vivid, memorable people. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
since when do we have to pay for oxygen? Lol
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/28/2026 6:46:22 AM # rel_20260727T173023Z_37e450e
There is something hauntingly wistful about this poem about the indignity of poverty. So sad. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥