Food Itself Poem by Naveed Akram

Food Itself



Falling forward mattering mightily I feed,
Only fences of food stutter like Mead.

Friday, January 18, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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