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[Tragopandemonium]

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In the dark
My jaw goes slack

I stop trying to have a face
And ease into my potato form

Without the use of eyes (they are closed), I know my chins are piled one on the other
My neck growing down inside my head, or vice versa

And its true and amazing that you are still here next to me.  As I abandon shape.
But it makes sense because

In the dark earth
We are all potatoes

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[Tracy Mitchell]

Trago--

Mister Potato Head!  Nice poem. 
Yes, we are all potatoes in the dark earth.

Well done.

T

[indar]

I wish you could see the images this poem put in MY head. What great fun. No princess and the pea here either