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And moonjuice, and droozleberries.
I used to own a book by the name of The Ravenouse Muse, edited by...somebody...filled with exerpts from throughout literature where food and drink and described with voluptuous, emphatic prose, as well as short little biograhies of the writers. I'm fairly certain it went somewhere of its own accord, possibly into some friend's bedroom until we drifted apart and perhaps she or he moved, maybe once, maybe twice, maybe out of town... |
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