run out of noodle soup
for my morning ritual
I have to bring salad
minus dressing, I can
lettuce, cabbage, ham
few shrimps, cut cheese
small tomato n cucumber
I have all in zip lock
ready for morning rush
many ships in port today
businesses are raking lots
money off hungry sailors
more work for residence
all work out pretty well
good community of outsiders
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