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Sep 2015
Worn green measuring spoons, half-full cast down to poke and **** the uncooked bits
This uneven terrain (I'm) swathed in pulls and pinches the page upon which (I've) scrawled my venn-diagram
Years younger and less used, smooth and shiny and brand new
Would that this small ladle had only knew,

You,

As (I) do.
Mechanic Artery
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Mechanic Artery  Canada
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