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Ballad
by Jono Tosch

I ate a shrimp for lunch.
The shrimp did not eat me.
For dinner I boiled a squid.
The squid did not boil me.

And then I went to bed
And dreamed of a big pot.
I dreamed of a giant pot
With a giant dumpling in it.

The dumpling called to me,
It said come and find me.
And I called to the dumpling,
Should I bring my hatchet?

The dumpling said to hurry.
I grabbed the only tool I could find.
I grabbed my ball peen hammer
And I hurried out the door.

I found an old love note.
It had grown into an oak.
I put my hand into the hollow
And there I removed your memory.