Friday, 30 November 2012


50.       My roast

When I finally get it…. It will be a glorious day

The content of the plate is irelivant

The feeling of finally being presented with something I’ve been begging for months

May just knock me off my feet

I shall make my way through my roast

Chewing slowly

One mouthful at a time

Crying tears of happiness and gravey

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