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Bittersweet; poem

Poetry By: Mike Stevens

The best food, and better memories!

Submitted:May 5, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   


There's a place that we all loved,

And I hated to see, for seeing it meant the time

At my grandparents was at an end

Located out on the Dungeness Spit,

The 3 Crabs had great food; lord, how I remember

Waddling out the front door, stuffed beyond reason,

For Grandma had to share with everyone, including a kid

Named Mike, who was already stuffed full, but

Couldn't help himself; darn that tasty chow!

Then, one had to try to stay awake on the

Seemingly-never-ending, depressing car ride

Back to reality!


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