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Poem which can end in no ending but this ending
For Josh Corey



I don’t believe in purple foods. They’re for too rich to be
Consumed by honest simple folk, or gulped by girls like me.

They’re deep and fine and royal, and so they should be saved
For fancy fluffy mousses, and perfect pouf parfaits.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll nibble almost any food I find.
I’ll chomp on nuts and pumpkin seeds. I’ll chew on lemon rind..

I’ll savor fruits in season, the pear and tangerine,
the canteloupe and escarole, just not the aubergine.