SKIPPY Creamy Peanut Butter

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I went walking in the park and found myself lost In the thought that I can never seem to focus On the activity at hand. I pressed my foot on the layer of ice That sits uniform on the surface And watched the water fill from all sides. Where do the ducks go when the pond freezes over? I don’t mind not knowing; They’ll be back when it melts And someone will throw them bread. 3/10