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September 27, 2002
I hurried to the grocery store
And down the produce aisle
For there it was the day before
Next to the cucumber pile,

I’d seen you wearing stockings of pink
A sweater of orange and blue
And a come-hither look I clearly mistook
For happiness at seeing me, too.

I gave you a hug, kissed your lips --
‘Twas then, my mouth, you stole.
I merely meant to exchange a peck,
You swallowed my lips and mouth whole!

There’s nothing odd about tasting blue
Nothing odd about blue.
When things taste south, I merely recall,
There’s something odder about you.