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Sodium chloride

I wish the salt were still in its shaker
And not in the hands of this startled baker
Who seeing a snail on her kitchen floor
Finds a target on which crystal terror to pour

It takes just a pinch to help the dough rise
And salt adds savor to your spinach pies
On a mollusk's hide, though, it's poison pure
A few grains give hurt, and I'd hope for fewer

You're a mammal.  Salt won't make you fizz.
It does make a difference what one is. 

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Skumpfsklub

16 years 3 months ago

Another worm

This thing's been here for six months, plus, and been glanced at barely over two dozen times. There's a puzzle, don't you think? Is the title really so repulsive?
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Skumpfsklub

16 years 3 months ago

Why write another faux

Why write another faux comment, you ask? Because the poems I'm doin' that for today have not been visited a hundred times yet---and their 'visits' include a substantial number of 'visits' engendered by my returns to the pieces, and some spurious 'visits' that appear to be artifacts of bugs in the program. So, get used it: I keep recommenting until I feel that the poem has had enough exposure to lend value to the numbers.