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Peanut Butter

If I say, I didn’t deeply Suffer,

It would be a lie. Look at that flower,

Blooming in the field With grassy amazement.

See how those lumps Of peanut butter

Disappear Indifferent and even fragile

Down the ravenous Mouth.

7 The Poetry Review

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