You froze at the sight of me,
Then ran through the wire mesh,
Stopped in the middle of the football field
And buried your 100th nut about 3 inches deep.
When snowfall starts long before winter,
I hope your sense of smell remains keen
And your triangulation skill doesn't fail.
For you just might give up with snow 12-inch deep
And leave the peanut to grow and multiply
To feed strangers like me who now know why
To nut-bearing plants we never say goodbye.
05/23/2010
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