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Friday, April 10, 2015
How Aesop Nourished My Grotesque Childhood Imagination
As I was
An eager beaver
Starved for mind-
Blowing sustenance,
Amongst a flock
Of fabulous doings
He was said to have
Wolfed down the bitter
Cold of a polar bear
Wearing the panoply
Of a lobster dressed to kill.
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