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| One night I awoke with such a hunger To the kitchen I forced myself to lumber I looked but could find no good food That didn't need to be cooked or strewed So I looked down and opened the drawer A tomato I saw and said "Ah, mi amoire" I didn't know what I was thinking Probably something about Abe Lincoln But I ate that tomato like an apple It didn't taste good, just like snapple I tossed it back in the fridge with little care And there it is, still sitting there A half eaten tomato sits there waiting Thinking of how much of me it's hating And wondering how to get revenge on me For eating part of it then throwing it back to sea I'm scared it will come out and kill me so I'm dead Ow! What's that hammering on the back of my head? |
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| Tomato At Midnight! |
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