The Cannibal Diner serves up meals
Of muscle, bone and sinew.
On second thought, I'll stop this poem.
It's too gross to continue.
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About Me
- that guy
- I write. Plain and simple. My passion is creation and I seem to be doing "okay" with the creation of fun using words. I create in other forms too (drawing, cooking, yodeling, etc.). Hoping to find that elusive agent and/or publisher who understands and "gets it" and will take that step. For other stuff 'bout me, I enjoy biking in traffic, chuckin' rocks, spittin' off high places, havin' fun, travel, cooking, Being.
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