Variation on a theme by Williams
We thought we should give you fair warning
before you pull open this door
that the plums you had saved for this morning
ain't there no more.
You'd decided you never should trust us
already, so we ate them all.
They tasted as luscious as justice.
Now who you gonna call?
poem by Jon Corelis
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