Olive Oil
yam yam I went to the store to buy six eggs
and twelve cans of club soda
campari tomatoes smiling at me
I love my negroni and can make a mean martini
spinach came along to make a tortilla
mariposa a butterfly
walking the street with my bag
they chant we love your tattoos
nothing like the **** we see today
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