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 A jaunty celeb and activation of emprise, the peanut resides forever and ultra in the god’s gift gallery. Peanuts provide food of the highest order, unless you are allergic to them, in which case avoid and let austerity lead you on. Peanuts offer scads of protein on the cheap—they’re the low-income choice for those facing the bereaving beam of socio-economic pawndom. You can still scratch the earth! The earth cozzens plentifully with promises of upgrade. As a legume, the peanut plant fixes nitrogen into the soil. This is a symbionic good, something like righteous community service. Legumes improve poor soil and thereby hardscrabble existence in touching simplicity. The peanut gives succour, and a child’s view of wealth.That part of town sees increase. Vishnu, Preserver, you’re a genius!P

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Bob BrueckL said…
Scads of hardscrabble
bereaving beam into
the view of
symbionic austerity
unless something like
simplicity
jauntily promises to
scratch this
part of the gift of poor existence
thereby cheaply
cozzening up to facing the
touching
succour of
avoiding to see
the ultra order
forever fixed in a peanut.
January 15, 2024 at 12:32 PM
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