AND I HAVE TO COOK
Never the meaning elides so sweetly, never the
ending arrives so quick : the stove is on the kettle
and I still yet have to cook. What shall it be today?
I may purloin a minute's taste for that lousy sack
of rice, and some tea. I can make the lentil thing
again, those beans with all that creamy slop.
So, anyway, let's talk - what's it going to be?
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