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To the kitchen he headedTo chase a drifting thought
But it broke his little heart
He spied a visual he dreaded
The flow of the draft
That lingered slowly pass
brought him into the fray
He could only muse in dismay
A bad sign, it spelled trouble
A room-mate had just left
An empty plate on the table
Brought home to consume
None left of the earlier edibles
He lost, it was one down
A fatal mistake he quipped
Should have tucked in earlier he frowned
His buddy rifled the goodies indeed
when he inadvertently dozed off
Note: A true story during student days
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