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Friday, November 28, 2008

Clams

The last time I was really upset

my lawn was covered

in tandoori prawns

and I flew to Spain

and cried in my Sangria.

I left some of my feelings there

wrapped in plastic 

and shoved 

in an overflowing bin

with a shrink wrapped bag

of empty clam shells

and enough wine corks

to sail me home.

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