John W. McEwers
Angels In The Outback Steakhouse - Poem by John W. McEwers
I like my steaks prepared
like moments of kindness.
And with mashed potatoes.
Moments later, as beautiful women bring me meat, I wonder
if this is how Jesus felt.
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