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Ode To PicklesAlmost every afternoon,
I eat pickles with a spoon.
Every evening right at six,
I eat pickles stacked on bricks.
But at night,
I eat them in flight!
In the morning,
I stuff them in my mouth without warning!
I eat my pickles on a platter on the floor!
In my thoughts pickles always linger,
I eat them so much my pickles are now my fingers!
It Will FurlEven though the world is filled with death again and again,
It will be a foggy memory as new lives begin.
Even though the world is full of guns,
It can all be forgotten with a single pun.
Even though the world always seems to be at war,
And it's hard accepting how it is anymore.
Even though there's so much darkness in the world,
If you light up a single candle away into nothingness it will furl.
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