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Ode to the bun (Day 11) (Free verse) by jdc Sitting with such stoic dignity
Amidst judging sidelong glances
Deaf to the sniggers and jibes
It refuses to rise up.
Even in its death there is life
Abundant, teeming, hardly acceptable
Yet it is still life
Rotting raisins and all
Proudly accepted and loved
Just as it is
I âm starting to admire that rotten bun
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