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Brian Blinn Oct 2013
My water sat in the plastic container upon my the floor
and so i reached for its touch
to pick it up,
i can not tell how long i sat
there
eyes wide
desiring the touch of the water upon my lips.
Once i took a sip, i need to start lunch.

There beside me was the white witch.

She was holding something in her hand,
it was an iphone.
once i saw the screen i realized it was a recipe,
oops my bad it was a turtle.

That's when my famous turtle soup came to be.

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