Foie Gras
i caught
what we
we're talking
about finding out
perhaps
i was pate
spread on cracker
pieces that fell into my
beard but
i heard what
i thought was an
open and shut case but
not my
place to say
hey i think i knew
this from before but not
knowing when
before was and so
turned and looked in a
mirror and saw somebody i
don't
even
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