MEALS ON WHEELS

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      Its 8, this is not great.  They are late

    Its 9, they are not on time, this is not fine

  Its 10, they will be here when?

           On this rainy day, are they on the way

    Its 11, this is not heaven

     I have fear they will never get here

    I dont want to be rude, but wheres my food

     Hungry I eel, where are my meals on wheels

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

I can agree with your anger but try to keep some try goods in for just times like these and crackers and bread to at least make a sandwich..