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Oct 2021
Daddy was in my bed
long ago, I keep that
in the oval Choclat tin can
with my straw yellow hair
      
from the first time
it was cut by daddy
Mum was in the kitchen
wearing her slippers
      
He waited impatiently
for the porridge and took the scissors
Then, his porridge was too hot
and mum's was too cold

So he moved on
to my plate, creak
my chair broke
Weird but true

my porridge was delicious, just right
just as it should, satisfied
daddy took a nap in my bed
It wasn't too hard and not too soft

just right, just as it should
Fairy tale

Collection "Freend"
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
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