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epiphany (Free verse) by skaskowski

Dearest Gravy, I like to put you on pork chops. I like it when you are extra lumpy. Jeremy says you are hot. He likes your lumpiness. It might be breast cancer. Gravy, how I long to guzzle you directly from your boat.j Oh gravy, how congealed you become at room temperature. I desire to float my fragments of bread in your perpetual sea of bliss. We hope to see you at lunch, gravy. And remember... You still can be my gravy, it don't matter if you're brown or white...whoohoo! Love, Your "Gravy Master"

Amythest 30-May-02/8:44 PM
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