Peanut Butter

One passes a dream of moon,

And I catch it with all my heart;

To live or to just read, a choice they say!

At last, the peanut butter all I found on my turf

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The salty, buttery and so smooth,

Its liquefied protein can see my anxiety;

I had had derailed this heavenly taste from my line,

Bring on the Beethoven and all the sanity,

I must confess that I am in love, again!

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