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Peanut Butter

Poetry By: SavvyApple

Some other poetic things that my cousin told me while I was not listening to him... Yet again.

Submitted:Aug 8, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

You block out all my words,
until I make it sound sophisticated.

You ignore,
until you are interested.

You eaet the grass four times like a cow,
until you realize that you should swallow your pride so that the shepherd could lead you to greener grass,
to help you,
even though you refuse,
and you are stubborn like a donkey.

Still I'm there,
like the bee that won't buzz off,
like the peanutbutter that sticks to the roof of your mouth,
to help you,
you don't want it,
you avoid it,
but I'm still here.


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