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Stale breadcrumbs

Why do you bend

pick up stale bread crumbs

They are for the birds my friend

Not for you, your hungry soul

Why do you bend over backwards

Just in case you missed one

And it is left lying

one you passed by but then decided it was for you after all

That is for the mice my dear

Not for your great spirit and desire

Go find a great big crusty still warm from the oven loaf

Something you can really sink your teeth into

Tenderness that fills your asking belly

Fresh, smelling like home

You are not a child

And you are certainly not lost

If you must

Stand in the forest

Compass in hand

Never to be led to or from anywhere

By any thing stale or small again