God for the time machine
we found
in the garage
i tell my girlfriend,
Viola.
it was under an old dusty tarp
beside
rusted hulk of
the Kenmore
washing machine.
we can go back now
and alter
that mistake of eating
those last
uncooked
oysters on the plate
and getting
food poisoning,
let's hop aboard and go back
a few hours,
we need to change our
order and both
get those rib eye steaks.
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