no longer does my cream of mushroom soup,
sway gently, list, wet-kiss soft curves clay bowl,
atop a 60's patterned TV tray
resting warm just slight above my orbs

Normally whilst chowing down at six,
in tube socks, boxers, Lazy -boys we were,
much happier than razor clams that dove,
toward Qingdao, China fast from digger's ... (stomp real hard on a weird shovel)

Now sadly I must beg of you to pack,
and please do not forget your marbled briefs,
remember too your sack of dried-up nuts,
and wilted raisins, shriveled dates be gone !

I treasure trails of nature's healthy mix,
But not when eyeballs.... (get freakin huge and play turtle-head with dèsockets)
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