Weapons and Fruit

Three stanzas long,
four lines each.
If my poems were fruit,
they would be a peach.

Just enough words,
to wet your whistle,
If my poems were weapons,
they would be a missile.

But they are just words,
and sometimes a letter.
Fumbled together,
to make me feel better.

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