HERE'S TO WHAT
The nomenclature on the can
was wrong; I swore it was then
and I still do now. Deep Valley
Peas meant nothing. Freshness
dating, always a joke anyway,
in this case was geologic. I've
held this can here for 30 years,
in a clenched hand awaiting
time. Nothing ever occurs : not
not, not then, not ever.
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Mountains could roll over and
swim, before I'd eat this stuff.
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