saturday all of us met for dinner
at marina's house in the country
eight robust artist types
drank wine and laughed
bread, fruit, cheese, and one oven cooked chicken
we ate and ate, enjoyed talking, and then ate more
then when we were finished
all completely well satisfied
we noticed there was chicken left over
no drugs, no miracle, how could it be?
Monday, February 25, 2008
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