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Apr 2017
Disembowelled
Mackerel sky blue and light blue strips
perhaps it was the zebra of the sea swimming away in haste
                                     I was gutting one
                                     No big deal
                                     I was learning to cook at the time
Inside the fish was a finger with a ring made of gold, but
I vomited, and the master- Cook took the ring.
                                     The school is now a catering academy
                                      Teaches the same as before
                                      But academy sounds more learned
                                      A cook is now a chef has got a diploma
Rowing in the fiord the water was clear I could see seaweed
It was quite tall and entangled in them dead fishermen.
                                      I knew they would not            
                                      believe me
                                      but I stopped eating fish.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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