the grape jelly
seems to live forever
hiding in the refrigerator
surviving long days
and cold nights
but the warm peanut butter
hides in a warmer closet
grape jelly in cold jars
my sweetness
my friend
with love to lend
hiding in the cold box
seems to live forever
my sweetness
my friend
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