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on Friday, July 2, 2010

Welcome to the Agglomeration

This is not an injoke. It is a pipe.

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Seven bakers sleeping in a tub
Extol their new yeasty gruel
Roaring in fermenting aphasia
Over breakfast music,
Four by three and a quarter rack.

Kids nowadays delight in the stuff,
Champagne entrenched risotto
A modern deal-breaker,
Let it be law that all shall have cake
Bread, the fruits of yesterday, can get los
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Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.

1 comments:

Jess said...

black forest? love the cake, love the poem ;)
great to see you blogging again eric!

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