Odd how many poems about food really seem to be about sex.
> Anything, really, except that overrrated Post-It note about the bloody
plums in the fridge!
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> Ally Kerr
I agree. I have not a poem, but a poetical film about food:
"La grande abbuffata",
by the Italian filmaker Marco Ferreri.
(Sex being the real food for the soul.
EP )
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