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"To Serve Or be Served?"

As sky clears,

clouds mistily parting

pierced warmly

by morning rays of sunlight--

like melting butter

sinking into toast

I soak in the moment,

my crusty nature softening...

To serve or be served?

It's all the same

Better to express

one's demise

with fine china

crystal ring

and a vintage swirl.