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 NutsI bring you a bowl of nutsI come back later and eatThe ones you ’ve droppedIn the transfer from hand to mouthI devour everything you thoughtYou once wanted. It tastes fineJust as the othersProbably did for you.Peanuts and almondsSalted cashewsAll scattered and nervousUnder the eave of the bowl.People who worry about meSay you do it on purpose —Some weird, f.ed up wayOf sharing 7/18/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 18, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs