At the end of the day

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I could write a thousand poems
About your flaws
About your mistakes.
But I choose to write
About your soup-
Tasty, with a shreds of chicken
And sometimes fish
And tender beef.
Oh and sweet corn.
After dinner, it's soup.
And it's always good.

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