Jeffery

by Paul Mills   Mar 10, 2005


Vials of blood lay far and near
Well mixed to use as garnish
Someone stewing in the pot
Smell so hard to harness

Stacks of ears wait here and there
Toasted toes spread on the grill
Lets all sit for this fine meal
Pass me those eyes of Phil

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