Those were the best fucking peaches in the universe
So let’s get up and go get some more
The china is still strawberry-stained
I’ve heard the center of the pit is arsenic don’t

Let the dog eat it just give him an apple
If you put all the great fruit you’ve had in your life
Into a room how much fruit would that be
How many smoothies could you make

How many poems would it take
To equal the nutritional value of those fruits
What percentage of the RDA could you get
If you had a nice long supply

Of great fucking peach smoothy arsenic percentage poems

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