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Covington
To share the bread that makes us live, is that so odd?To experience a meal through the carYou leave it chained up like a beast out in the lotWe plow it through the walls of our restaurantsBecause without these creatures nobody movesand we'd all be back to foraging for foodSo we celebrate the surplus we have wroughtby our ability to travel where we wantAnd lettuce shouldn't just lie on a sandwich,it mingles with the pieces of broken glassspread all over the hood of your car and scattered on the dash.Beneath the shattered plastic seats and tables,a sneezeguard gasps under the weight of your tires,and a napkin might float through your headlightsWhen you are eating you are keeping you aliveWe feel our will made realthrough the wheel of the vehicle.The car is our host,we shall not want!
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