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petermarcusSitting in traffic, thinking of the crisp, cool martini waiting for me when I got home, I composed this trifle of a haiku:
Martini olive
Plump and firm, but not woody
Tangy taste of green
Then I got home and read Plural's Journal.. So, I dedicate this to you, Plural. I hope you find a jar opener.
Martini olive
Plump and firm, but not woody
Tangy taste of green
Then I got home and read Plural's Journal.. So, I dedicate this to you, Plural. I hope you find a jar opener.
