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Apr 2013
My Mars bar-
launched out of its wrapper
like a Patriot missile,
melted onto the hot pavement
looking like a fresh doggy ****
and nothing like--

β€œA little bit of Mars”

A poodle ***** on a lead, sniffed
then licked it clean away-
as if it had never been.
Written by
Bebe Evans  Australian
(Australian)   
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