Every day’s a
gift.
A bundle with
a shift –
or shifty eye
–
sometimes a
peanut butter pie –
sometimes a
little guy
as fat as you
are curious
why he is not
more furious
at his
obesity –
the least
that he
might do
is tell you
who
or what
or when
or where.
But that’s
the sort of inside
info few gifts ever share..
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