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This bread is tearing my guts apart.
Garret Schuelke
SourceLicence:Public domain
This bread is tearing my guts apart.
Three short lines, and the whole poem is a complaint: bread is hurting the speaker's stomach. On the surface it's blunt and almost funny. Bread is about the most ordinary food there is, and here it's described with violent words like "tearing" and "apart."
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