I have a friend who eats with me 

He takes the time, so busy is he,  

We never see each other ‘til noon. 

I get a sandwich, then very soon, 

He gives me for an hour to share 

To show each other how much we care. 

I discuss flies, ants, and spiders with him 

And wave my arms as if to swim. 

He bobs approval and dodges my swing. 

He’s just a fruit fly on the wing.

Back about 1978, DeVry had a lull in student enrollment, so I opted to work as a machine illustrator for one of Bell and Howell’s equipment manufacturers.  I drafted machine parts and illustrated how to assemble them.  Loana packed me a lunch.  I wrote this poem about my lunch experience.

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