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Brown Bread
she's a great cook to be fair,
puts fine grub on the table,
sees me eat up with gusto
as best as my belly is able
she has a bread-maker now,
flour and yeast and pastry,
I must mind my waistline,
dont gobble it up too hasty
upset she is at what I leave,
fat gander getting force-fed,
guts so leaden and swollen
I'm no longer good in bed
obesity roost...
Wednesday 7th April 2021 10:15 am
Cake
Conversation is always adult like and has an encore
But, his eyes can’t stay off me
Trying to figure me out
Conversations, are as if he wants me
But, the thought of having me as an eternal meal
Not sure if he is deserving, or it’s just the thought
Tracing my face
I smile even when death is near
My mind is a marathon and he doesn’t run anymore
He is already near
In the...
Monday 8th January 2018 3:50 pm
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