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Sunday Brunch - March 17, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 17, 2025
  • 1 min read

ravens love Saturday parties

at the park for the Sunday

brunches they make

 

a free smorgasbord of

sloppy edibles served in

plastic and styro

 

buns, burger bites

mayo’ed potatoes

cake bits and pools

of vanilla ice cream

 

no time though, to nibble

and chat after each gobble

it’s brunch by name only

 

soon the garbage man

will kick everyone out

the restaurant will close

 

and it will be back to roadkill

mysterious things stuck on blacktop

and the ever-present thieves

dressed in black feathers

 
 
 

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