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There among the piles of clutter, Lay a poor man in the gutter. I approached and heard him mutter, "Call 9-1-1 for peanut butter! "Sound the siren, lite a flare. Intensive peanut butter care. Bring some liquid that contains Some peanut butter for my veins!" I'm like him, I do declare. I need peanut butter care. Peanut butter's every where. On my feet and in my hair. I'm a peanut butter nutter. Proud old peanut butter strutter. Heart's a flutter, makes me stutter: "Puh-puh, puh-puh, peanut butter." —Grandpa Tucker |
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