Peanuts
Peanuts
Lovely little orange-shaped objects.
They fill your mouth, hard and soft.
They taste, like nothing but sugar.
Grandma keeps them in a jar,
by the window.
You are allowed one,
if you are quiet.
You can watch them mow down,
and collect the hay with the big machines…
from there.
They are the best candy,
for doing such things.
Grandma knows all the right things,
about living a good life.
Her cookies are straight from heaven.
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