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Feb 2018
A sea of buttery happiness
Is home to the roundest of islets
Side by side they wallow.

Quite naturally, the islands,
Are covered in ham.
Ham? Ham!
And lazily perched
On the hams highest point
Sits an avian sphere
Perfectly poached.

Straining against its
White little straight jacket.
Pop.
I’d just finished cooking. Drinking my coffee. Dying for a smoke. Day 3
I may edit this more.
Cana
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Cana  122/Ubiquitous
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