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Feb 2018
I make my porridge
Of oats and wheat
With sometimes a taste
Of something sweet
I stir the ***
As it sits on the heat
No microwave for me

I cook it slow
For I have the time
Why should I hurry
The whole day is mine
A bowl of hot porridge
For breakfast is fine
To sit by the window and eat
Ivy Anna
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Ivy Anna  74/Transgender Female/North Carolina
(74/Transgender Female/North Carolina)   
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