Plucked from the bird’s breast,
Ready when its dried.
Seized in a wishing contest,
Steady as its pried –
And a pull, push! Twist,
SNAP. The divide of bone
Grants the winner’s wish
(if remained unknown.)
–poem by MSG, photo by Mr. Pinault
Plucked from the bird’s breast,
Ready when its dried.
Seized in a wishing contest,
Steady as its pried –
And a pull, push! Twist,
SNAP. The divide of bone
Grants the winner’s wish
(if remained unknown.)
–poem by MSG, photo by Mr. Pinault
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By Meredith – January 27, 2007
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