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The Garden Island

Member since 2003 · Posted 6 Jul 2003 · Edited 20 Jul 2003 · 2 comments

In an Oriental evening dress; You fix me a pineapple salad. While you are cutting, I notice that you have set the fruit's green crown off to the side of the counter. When I ask you "Why?", you smile a Mom's pearls, and tell me that if we plant it, a new pineapple will grow back in its place. Underneath the crown. Then you left me alone again for a spell, how long, I have forgotten now, but long enough for the ants to have completely carried the crown away. Thinking back... It might have been nice if we would have tried To grow anything together.

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[9] thepinkbunnyofdoom 6-Jul-03/8:25 PM Reply
I love the Idea of Ants carrying some one completely off. -9-
[n/a] Jeremi B. Handrinos › thepinkbunnyofdoom 6-Jul-03/9:09 PM Reply
It was just the pinapple top, my young crusader, but there are some ants in Africa that can do that, if you're sleeping or drunk, of course.