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the time for trading barbs was yesterday
sweetheart
today is a blank page
the funeral of spats is past
i don't believe in cremation
for burial aids new growth much better
hence the rotten rancid memories
am happy to make them compost
for the fresh and lush new vibrant greens reds and whites
the first thing you do
when you catch a sting ray
is to cut out the barbs
leaving you with the delicious meal
the wings
and the barbs...
don't just chuck them out
bury them
the new growth's mineral source
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