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The Rages Of Garlic Is Love

Garlic, you poser,
you snowy-hearted non-participant,
lying languid in the pantry
like a cold-shouldered bimbo next to old onion.

I blow your cover,
take you in hand to peel your bulb apart,
Your cloves spring free as thick and waxy as eagle’s talons.

In the kitchen I cut and crush your bite-size payloads;

you are in conspiracy with me
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Poet Dragon 15 March 2006

Talent and taunt all mixed up in one!

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