Muffin
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A buttered muffin sits on a quiet plate
Still
Fresh steam topping off the split top
Around the table sits a dinner
But the muffin
Never flitting
Is pulling me in
I must I must
Enjoy this in lust
For the muffin is mine I command it
But sadly it seems I'm not for the king
For I'm just the dog at the table
Posted by Richard Handley at 8:56 PM
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