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Breakfast


The mountain careened over the bay

dipping gigantic toes into rows of ripples


that stippled the water like frosting

on a gigantic muffin.


The gulls, lulled by the rhythmic flow,

passed up the muffins for their


favorite fish dish, squawking delight

at the sight of breakfast.




 
 
 

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