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Eating Our Words!Merging, mixing, matching Thoughts are slowly hatching, As we sit at dinner Circled close and near. Taking turns at talking, Thoughts are slowly stalking Right across the table Bouncing in each ear. So gently rearranging Thoughts are somehow changing Filling us with flavour So freshly, clean and clear! Joy Weare. 26th June, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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