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Hors d`oeuvre

by  joanie

Posted: Saturday, April 30, 2005
Word Count: 58
Summary: Just a thought as I enjoyed my starter!




Those huge black eyes
as perfectly formed
as the highest snooker ball.
Gazing at me as I tear
your body apart. Your body

protected against the strongest ocean
fails beneath my hand. Your digestive
system disgusts me, as if I have the right.

A mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup
drowns your last chance
and I sit back, replete.