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Seconds

how we scrambled for seconds

treacle puddings creamy trifles,

tables bespattered with bread

pellets like bullets from rifles

 

we seemed always hungry then

the playground burned it away,

we dreaded chemistry, wanted

fried SPAM and chips each day

 

in here we don't eat so much

seconds not much in demand,

less boisterous too, for silence

usually gains the upper...

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