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Dec 2010
We like our anger pickled
dessicated, fried.
We've had it boiled, baked,
rewarmed, microwaved on high.
We most enjoy it on holidays
served across the table
by siblings that we despise.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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