On the clothes line,
Mum is growing potatoes on it,
with the neighbours gawking and staring, embarrassment settles in.
Sorry, sorry for not doing a lot of poems lately. I'll try to do more, ok? Thanks for understanding. Here's a present 🎁🍰🍕🌭🍟🍔🌮🌯🍜🍝🍥🍚🍨🍙🍧🍲🍛🍡🍢🍘🍣🍦🍭🍰🍫🎂🍿🍮🍩🍬🍪🍹☕️🍵🍶🍳🍞🍯🍠🧀🍗🍖🍤, it's food.
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On the Clothes Line (finished)
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