Holding soup for a rainy day—
its lid a serving bowl— it rests,
cradled in its silver hammock
inside a brand-new lunchbox.
Holding soup for a rainy day—
its lid a serving bowl— it rests,
cradled in its silver hammock
inside a brand-new lunchbox.
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