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Nona F. Mecklenburg
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Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Chocolopolis
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Apr 13th, 2004, 12:46 AM
Bone meal and sugar
My jokes grow old, upon the air
Though laughter still flows.
From lips whose words are like
Bone meal and sugar.
My food I feed, is stale.
But eat it up she does,
Even a novice at interpretation
Could tell the meaning.
I wish my body could give the word
That hers novices say does.
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