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Great performance tonight
Congratulations
To the England team
Great performance tonight
Mammon’s Table.
Assembled Expectingly Around Mammon’s Table
Passing Over Overcooked Liver and Used Heart
Joyously Feasting on Virgin Soul.
Tobani June 2025.
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Author:
Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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Oooh, foreboding, ominous and apocalyptic even🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you
Very welcome 🕊🙏🏻
Not much of a innards man, have eaten liver, tripe, kidney, and heart but never soul ,maybe sole although don't know if it was virgin. A most short but interesting write Tobani and now it has me thinking. Clever in the choice of parts listed for the fare on the menu.
Thank you
Some good religious advice here. Very unique.
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Good write, Tobani. Loved it.
Thank you, enjoy the rest of your day
Oh, damn, this is profound truth set up as a foodies delight! LOL! Except this foodie is a vegetarian so: 🤮 Which is the exact response this poem demands, when mammon becomes our master and we become its slave. What a poem, most definitely a fave, my friend. 👏🌹
Thank you, enjoy the rest of your day
You too, Tobani! You are most welcome.
Like this one, it's elusiveness and thoughtfulness all wrapped around a feasting table. Symbolism galore, from "Mammon's table" to "Virgin soul". Also let me say, we all need a break once in a while. The news can be depressive. - Phil A.
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Nice piece of writing..
John
Thank you
Feast away with us all Tobani.
Andy
Thank you
Absolutely true. You nailed it
Thank you, very much appreciated
glad to do so
keep composing - have a productive week
And you too
at the moment, muse seems to have deserted me - am hoping will come back soon
meanwhile, you keep up the good work
Thank you Travis' Bowyer for the Fav
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