This poem is about Ellis Island, the entry point to beluga whale, to eating buffalo jerky, at a diner to be robbed.
Where is Ellis Island in relationship to the Statue of Liberty, or Staten Island?
Or, for that matter, Mannahattas? Grand Central Station?
I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking we could do a little geo-engineering and push Ellis, Staten, and Mannahattas together into one big beautiful island. Think of the cost savings, and reductions in green house gases.
Spam of Human Affection 
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