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Banana

 

He’s always buying me bananas,  
always talking about how
I need to eat the bananas.
He always buys too many bananas.  

I’ll eat a banana to make him happy.  

But then he’ll walk around,
holding up the hand of bananas,
looking for the vanilla wafers
and banana pudding.

Always driving me nuts
with wanting to do something
with the banana.  
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