The last meal is always the painful one. Prepared, whole and lean.A full house, laughing, jokin’, n’ playin’.Looking around that table,Observing faces, speakin’, smilin’. Soon to be gone. So far away.  Jus’, walkin’Away. So,Bite, chew and drink to this too. Enjoy that last meal with all the children.The day before, it all ends once more. So,Jus’…

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