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Plum diggity (Free verse) by tadpole Vivid crimson, bleeding heart, sliced in half, and sugared sweet.
Violet melting, gently pressed into a smooth rich batter seat.
Light and soft, not quite crumbly, sticky moist, Turn up the heat!
Aroma piercing, senses sharp, tastebuds met their match, concede
defeat.
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Posted: September 4, 2003 4:00 PM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2003 4:00 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.611111 Overall Rank: 2267 Comments:
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J.B. Manning @ 129.44.35.24
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4-Sep-03/4:53 PM
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hmmmmm
A staggering wok of manure.
A steaming portion of Dung Po, I daresay. *chortle*
you wouldn't say that if you tasted it
good, i liked it, great imagination, breaks away from the routine poem :D
My tastebuds swoon in anticipation, where to find these tasty morsels?
Well it is usually found only around this time of year
Furthermore, you profile indicates that you could find some near . . .
At first I got nothing out of it... but then I found that I was wondering what it was you were describing so I must have liked it ^.^
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