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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
plums
that were in
the ice box

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
Posted by Samantha Mossbruger at 6:13 PM

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