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Click hereThe tiny granules
Are hugely smaller
Than the holes
In the shaker
They dance when dropped
Onto the faces of dry plates
That were designed
To be occupied by food
Not unlike a kitten
On a water bed,
Finally full and bloated boasting
It’s weight above joists that strain
With each drop
one pint
over the line
and it’s basement, baby,
salt and shaker and all
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