When I was 5 years old I cut my palm walking with a peanut butter glass jar. I still have the scar on my palm.
(Seven by Seven Poetry Contest- Sponsoreded by Nette Onclaud 1-26-2026)
Finger dipping; in a jar Peanut butter soothed my taste Yet, when the blur first begun I remember those lights- still Strange faces surrounding thee And when I awoke, just then Twenty stitches sewn my palm
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