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Peeling Grapes
by Joe CramerIt's getting pretty late
And yet I can't sleep.
The train rolls by again
Wailing on the horn.
I'm hungry just this once
Ambling into the dark kitchen
To begin peeling grapes.
I know it's late
This becomes my fate.
10/26/2008 Posted on 10/27/2008
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/27/08 at 05:01 AM Personally, I do find that you get some fairly interesting thoughts out of stumbling into the kitchen into the middle of the night. Might just be me though. Another good one, man. |
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