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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Poem 167: Pea Water (to be read aloud)

Sitting there is pea water
the color's slightly off.
It's not the clear it used to be
it's really rather odd.
There floating in it are green chunks
They're little more than simply mush.
That silly, greenish pea water
with squishy little chunks.

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