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Sunday, May 16, 2010
barbequed chicken, barbequed heart
i stood outside in the pouring rain, barbequing chicken, i used a brush and lathered them with sauce, you showed up and tore my heart out, with tears in your eyes you threw it on the barbeque, i picked up the brush and put some sauce on it too.
3 comments:
Square Corner
said...
William the Lion Hearted!! Very, very good. Love the imagery, man. A poem worthy of a heart institute.
Dox, that has a whiff of Norse mythology about it -- I think Brunhilda made some poor sap of a Viking eat his own heart after it burst out of his chest
3 comments:
William the Lion Hearted!! Very, very good. Love the imagery, man. A poem worthy of a heart institute.
Dox, that has a whiff of Norse mythology about it -- I think Brunhilda made some poor sap of a Viking eat his own heart after it burst out of his chest
This is good: it burns into my head like a tasty chop.
Olsonomics
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