Saturday, March 27, 2010

poem


In the buffet there's food every where like chow mein, fried shrimp, fruit, vegetables

And all kind of cultures like Mexicans, Chinese, African American, Japanese

All kind of sizes big, small, medium

Young and old and babies

Six year old kids saying "no i want chow mein instead of fried shrimp

When you are inside the buffet you feel like the boss because you can eat what ever you want

And the citizens around me probably felt that way too

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