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Lunch

Sep 1, 2015
You send your loved ones off to school
With lunch bag neatly packed.
Nutritious little nuggets all
Are delicately stacked.
But most folks miss the point here, and
Possess the foolish thought
Their offspring will of course consume
The meal that she brought.
Though, it is well established when the
Lunchbell starts to ring.
The children start their trading
Of the things that they did bring.
And it indeed is very rare
That what a mother sends,
Does not get traded right away
For what is brought by friends.
And so I've formed a theory that
The parent who pack sweets
Will have a kid who trades them off,
And hence the system beats.
— Thayne Whipple

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