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As I look across the table
at the steak upon your plate,
I can't begin to tell you
How my heart begins to ache.
The empathy wells up in me
The visions of pain and fear.
I hear the pitiful bellowing
cow so loudly in my ear.
I look across the table and
I think "If they only knew."
Then sorrow overwhelms me
as I realize "They already do!"
By Colleen Ferro 4/1/00
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