back the foil of the steaming
hot Swanson
tv dinner, baked for
thirty-seven
minutes at 350 degrees,
i say a prayer
and thank the good Lord
for once more
providing me
with a meal,
and all the other stuff.
it sort of looks like turkey
as i pull back
the curtain of tin,
potatoes
and green beans.
and what's that, a biscuit?
do tell.
but they still haven't,
even after
all these years,
found a way
to keep the applesauce
cold.
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