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Dec 23, 2025
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Last Supper

A good hobby is the panacea for a troublesome wife.
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Last Supper

Bread left with the supplier
before it is digested back

hitting the bakery’s number
I plead no yeast for supper
but they mistake my idea
of the twelve in a chamber

only wishing for one Judas
the kiss me with a lie baker
ends my calls, as traditional.