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Peanut rides his bike around The drive-in in the daytime Bagging trash and hanging up The speakers on their poles
When he finds a bottle He imagines women drinking from it What it looked like how it sounded Trickling down their throats
Peanut has a brother, lost his father Hardly sees his mother Once a month he visits At her trailer near the lake
Sometimes when it's not too humid Chances are you'll catch him spearing Shiners in the spillway With a nail on a stick
Peanut knows a guy His name is mike he's not too bright He says he'll suck you for a cigarette Down underneath the bridge
The very though disgusts him ¡°i don¡®t see how you could trust him,¡± He says, ¡°if i get my pecker sucked It sure won't be by him.¡±
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