on my way back to work
they check anything even
lunch box; security reason
that aroma of french fries
has a strong suggestion
to human mind; salivate
later when i got to office
one of my co-worker ask
if he can have a small bite
of my lunch; funny but i share
my french fries and fried fish
he likes it so i am please
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