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Burger Love
The obsession with Burger chains.
Fifth poem in my book Quill 2 Ink 2 Paper |
Burger Love her quarter-pounder eyes edged with charcoal coaxed me inside. her round succulent body i savoured hungrily as from table to table she rolled. a small gherkin green nose sat on lips of tomato sauce surrounded by a cheesy smile. as my fingers touched i knew it was burger love.. |