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Leftover Countdown

On Sunday night he checks the fridge:
last night’s noodles for lunch on Monday,
leftover tikka masala on Tuesday,
the last piece of spinach pie on Wednesday,
pumpkin soup Thursday, sandwich on Friday.
Even though it’s payday on Thursday
he’ll avoid the food court and cafe
because Mother’s Day is coming soon
and the letter about the credit card came,
their anniversary’s coming up
and swimming lessons start next week.
Knowing what he’ll take each day
not only serves his budget well,
it’s something to look forward to
as he counts down lunches ’til the weekend comes.

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