Posted by: John | June 16, 2014

Soup Kitchen

A portly woman sniffs donated
blouses and skirts;
a man wearing a large zircon
earring tosses a half-eaten
sandwich in the trash.
Jesus loves me,
so I’m told.
I can go to the soup kitchen
when I’m old.

Posted in Poetry

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  1. soup kitechens are a blessing to be able to volunteer in. if you have not had the chance to experience it, then i would highly reccommmend it.

    By: ericka shaul on September 2, 2014
    at 9:54 am

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