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(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Saturday, February 12, 2005

PEANUT FARMER 


You’ve reached the stone wall grilling peanuts
Amerika
Frozen supermarket mini tacos in the conventional oven
Added some tomatoes and some sour white cheese
The Mexican kind I like

Nothing’s missing

You’ve reached the stone wall grilling peanuts
Armorika
Speak the Brezoneg cooking cheese at five hundred degrees
Loaded drinking the fermented malt the liquid bread sour
The German kind I like

Cobbling the coast is clear

You’ve breached the wallpaper carbonizing peanuts
Bazooka
Peanut farmer peanut farmer feed your goats some nuts
Added some love and some bitter milk
The Texas kind I like

Choosing’s are tight.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 18:31

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