The wonder of fried Chicken (Poem #104)

I have yet to go a day,

without experiencing something that ,

brings wonder to my eyes,

on how far we have come;

such as today,

when I bought fried chicken,

with fries,

from a vending machine,

in the middle of the ocean,

in the city of Tokyo.

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