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The seed leaves the sharpie colored ready ripe avocado with the sound of mud Sucking your boot and you are made dizzy with anticipation.
Avocado.  never could spell that word.  love to eat it, hate to spell it.
Same with recipe and the names of Polish friends–with an “I, or a “Y”?
Too many versions echo from the past, but the longer I go, the less I care, a name is A name, right?  There are friends who you have to call back, bottles on the table Need to be kept full, and I knew I would do this–wait too long and feel bad and Rush things just to get to what I want to talk about, and that moment came all too Soon, and now we both fell empty, right?

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