Gertrude Stein aux Enfers

A conversation between a father and his child.

Woody Woodpecker, would he pickle peppers? Would pick full pecks of pickled peppers he would, Woody Woodpecker. Woody would pick pecks of peppers, but would he pickle? Would pick a peck then pickle, Woody would? Wood he picked then pickled and peppered. Woody picked the pick of the peppers. A pickle is a peck is a pickled pepper. There is no peck to pickle there. Woody picked with pep a peck of peppers, then pickle. Or would he pick with pep a peck of peppers, by then pickled? Woody would chuck would pickle wood peppers. Woody chuckled at peppers, they pickled him. Pecks in fact. Wood chucks would pickle Woody. But would he pepper pickles? It's a pickle to ponder. Woody's wood pecker would pickle Mrs. Pepper. Would Woody pickle a pepper? Woody's pickle, would he pepper? Mr. Pepper chucked Woody out the window once. Mrs. Pepper was his to pickle, and no one else's. Would he pick Mrs. Pepper? What pickle is there for a peck of peppers unpicked? What a pepper Woody picked. Woody pitted peppers against pickles, but wouldn't succeed. One must dare to pickle peppers. Woody's world was Mrs. Pepper not a peck of pickled peppers. Would she, Woody? Woody pecked at this pickle, then left it for the picking. Woody wept. Woody slept. But here's the pickle. Pickled by fate and peppered by love, morning would pick Woody. Would he pick a peck of pickled peppers? He would, wouldn't he? 

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-Adorned w/ love