Small town food shenanigans.

This is a poem I wrote back in college! I forget which year, exactly, but I included it in my senior portfolio―a portfolio that my professor praised for its assortment of writings. Everybody had to have at least one piece from two of three categories (nonfiction, fiction, poetry), but apparently I was the only one who had pieces from all three that year.

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