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Song of Oysters I like to eat an uncooked oyster. Nothing's slicker, nothing's moister Nothing's easier on your gorge Or, when the time comes, to disgorge. But not to let it too long rest Within your mouth is always best. For if your mind dwells on an oyster... Nothing's slicker. Nothing's moister. I prefer my oyster fried. Then I'm sure my oyster's died. --Roy Blount, Jr from "One Fell Soup" |
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