peanut brittle in the basement...
no so simple,
not so trite.
peanut brittle in the guest room
where there has been no guest
for many a night...
what does this mean?
what do we do?
not else but this:
we must move
we must flee
leave this wicked brittle
to whomever it may be.
for life is not free
and mine is worth more
than peanut brittle
to me.
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