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Love & Spare Ribs

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Sweet and sour all
Over the table
Looks like a blood bath
It’s not right-
Egg rolls served by
A white chick
But they’re crispier than
Your burnt back and
My SNAP-able
Blonde hair
The paper lantern’s
Light fades inside the
Ambiance
Where the black hole
Twists
Like the Chow Mein
Drowning in the CoAgUlAtEd
Red goo
We’ll be here in
Fifty Years
Laughing &
Drenching
Won tons in the
Same booth where we
Learned about
Love & Spare Ribs



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