Pete the peanut sat upon its shell, Bored to death and lonely as hell. If only there was something he could do. The human sat upon the chair, Hungry for what? Cereal,a pear? If only there was something she could chew. Fate brought Pete a horible death, While hunger brought the human peanut breath.
Reason for writing:
Therapy
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