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LOBSTER (poem 85)

by Vivian Chinelli

I put the lobster in boiling water.

Looking back that seems insane.

Though it had no ability to scream out loud,

it must have been in terrible pain.

I've done that many times before, without

a tinge of sorrow.

But I've changed the way I look at life.

I'm becoming vegan tomorrow.

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