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Magnetic Nut
by Glenn CurrierThe jar of nuts nearby
is blinking red for my eye
my taste buds say to extend
your hand to your salty friend.
Don’t think about the fat
remember only that
it feels so good to taste
its buzz cannot be replaced.
And there goes my hand of steel
so fast my mind can’t appeal
no matter the harm to my gut
by the modest magnetic nut. 03/28/2011 Posted on 03/28/2011
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/28/11 at 07:40 PM Well said, sir. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/28/11 at 09:46 PM ...and the center held. a simple nut, how lovely. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/29/11 at 02:12 AM *giggling* If I'd only known how sweet you were on the nuts.... :)) |
| Posted by Ann Mills on 04/10/11 at 03:19 PM Suddenly LOL takes on a whole new meaning. Love this poem! Love you, too. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/11/11 at 11:24 PM Fun! Nuts have that kind of magnetism for me as well. Hey, protein is very good! |
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