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The Hatch

30 July 2019
The Hatch

...and the white jar

Bar fly sat looking,

Through the hatch at the kitchen,

Chef cooking with gas,

And the contents of the white jar,

Blah blah blah

The sound of the patrons talking whilst eating,

White jar passed out of hatch for all to see,

Later the patrons went home,

For a sleepless night whether together or alone.

David A. Robertson 30.07.19

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