i need some red to get better,
the celery bouncing back up,
it shouldn't bend...
there are more words hiking up to breathe
down on me, short of that:
the vegetables should be hard and lusty,
i mean, well groomed and less
tumour...or fur.
i am the words tonight,
worth salt and bread,
ampersand in between the bed-
to death!
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