those glistening lumps of prune.
They seem to smile with secret clues
of how an oven bakes.
They're dried, they're hard,
with chewy hearts.
But bite them and you'll see,
my raisin eyes aren't just good looks.
They'll land in more than your good books.
My raisin eyes are great to eat!
But then I'll have to kill you.
--Marie Tai
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