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I was told I didn’t need to know the Ingredients For making a child with a heart of Gold That they were born holding a Medal Which said they owned everything and All Of it was because they had convictional Purpose The doctor would cry and bring a rose Flour To thank the mother for Baking An excellent batch of babies, Soda Would be poured in champagne glasses, Salt Sprinkled a top its head to spread like Butter The flavours of intellect and it also Softened The hearts of others around; old wounds Granulated Smelled like caramelizing Sugar Inside the room, the bodies Packed Together to peer at the Brown Strings of hair atop the child, who’s Sugar -like shrieks of life broke open the Egg Of love and made it taste like Vanilla Its tears looked the most Semisweet A dripping fountain of Chocolate Fondue, be careful not to Chip The teeth when it grows, it will grow Coarsely Then, like jagged pebbles Chopped With a dull knife; finally, assemble the Nuts And bolts tight because this will hurt ,if Not properly done, or simply toss away if the kid wasn’t desired
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Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
A Simple Cookie Recipe
I was told I didn’t need to know the Ingredients For making a child with a heart of Gold That they were born holding a Medal Which said they owned everything and All Of it was because they had convictional Purpose The doctor would cry and bring a rose Flour To thank the mother for Baking An excellent batch of babies, Soda Would be poured in champagne glasses, Salt Sprinkled a top its head to spread like Butter The flavours of intellect and it also Softened The hearts of others around; old wounds Granulated Smelled like caramelizing Sugar Inside the room, the bodies Packed Together to peer at the Brown Strings of hair atop the child, who’s Sugar -like shrieks of life broke open the Egg Of love and made it taste like Vanilla Its tears looked the most Semisweet A dripping fountain of Chocolate Fondue, be careful not to Chip The teeth when it grows, it will grow Coarsely Then, like jagged pebbles Chopped With a dull knife; finally, assemble the Nuts And bolts tight because this will hurt ,if Not properly done, or simply toss away if the kid wasn’t desired
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Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 7:37 PM UTC
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