gentlemen milling around
well-dress shaking hands
waiting for food blessing
i could smell ham sandwich
garlic onion soup and chips
water jar, carbonate drinks
lining like kindergarten
playing with plastic plate
wide-eyed watery mouths
hungry urges spilling over
still smoothly going ahead
some smiles start to fade
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