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Moby **** may have been a big        BIG fish and Ishmael didn't have it so easy But I need, I dream of the epitome of a flawless                         ideal                                   piece of whitefish A Succulent Bite                         A Taste of Right Hand battered                               Deep fried A crunch into heaven Mouth-watering                                    yet light Next to               crisp                         oh-so                                    crisp                                              fries Draft Rootbeer Foam               in a mug of delight Mmmm Mmmmm Seafood See, this food                            tastes like hope Up North I salivate thinking of its                               taste thinking of                            perfection Man Oh, Man They don't make it like this anymore So       so              fresh This piece Creates a sense of peace Harmony on your palate It turns you up-turned nose down to the aroma of a fisherman's skill Natural Salt of this world                                 brings you to a world                                                                              of pleasure                                                                                                        in a nibble A coming together on my plate Skin-lined Red Skin potatoes Frothy Quenching Rootbeer                                             Whitefish. Simple Things I found this fine trip Combined with waterfall air to breathe deep My taste buds had gone up in                                 smoke. My tongue realized with surprise                                  the possibilities of life.
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May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 2:15 AM UTC
Masticated Hypnosis
Moby **** may have been a big        BIG fish and Ishmael didn't have it so easy But I need, I dream of the epitome of a flawless                         ideal                                   piece of whitefish A Succulent Bite                         A Taste of Right Hand battered                               Deep fried A crunch into heaven Mouth-watering                                    yet light Next to               crisp                         oh-so                                    crisp                                              fries Draft Rootbeer Foam               in a mug of delight Mmmm Mmmmm Seafood See, this food                            tastes like hope Up North I salivate thinking of its                               taste thinking of                            perfection Man Oh, Man They don't make it like this anymore So       so              fresh This piece Creates a sense of peace Harmony on your palate It turns you up-turned nose down to the aroma of a fisherman's skill Natural Salt of this world                                 brings you to a world                                                                              of pleasure                                                                                                        in a nibble A coming together on my plate Skin-lined Red Skin potatoes Frothy Quenching Rootbeer                                             Whitefish. Simple Things I found this fine trip Combined with waterfall air to breathe deep My taste buds had gone up in                                 smoke. My tongue realized with surprise                                  the possibilities of life.
This was written at a very hungry time in my life. Copyright © 2010 Jacqueline Ivascu
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May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 2:15 AM UTC
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