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Mar 2012
I tripped on this thing.
I tripped hard.
I looked down and saw eyes.
This poor unaware peanut, I could not hear his cries.
Apologies of the dearest, poured profusely from me.
His oil everywhere.
What an unaware peanut, shame.
I ruined his claim.
He felt atop the world.
Until I came crashing down.
Written by
Alexis Rodriguez
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