Holding her tray with shaky hands
as she walks from the counter
to a table by the window
she sits down looking around at the people
its an awkward feeling
but then she begins to eat her burger, fries,
and a drink
Devouring her meal with a passion!
She is a fast food person
Breakfast
Lunch and dinner
Morning rain is coming down hard
She watches it from the window
as it falls
but she don't mind
she'd rather be here
than at home
trying to cook!
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