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My kitchen is yellow Ugly and faded My kitchen is where Late at night I traded Crumbs with a monster A tiny little thing That grows and grows With growls and grumblings She does not like the yellow And neither say do I Sometimes the hideous color Makes her want to cry So I placate her with cookies Brownies and more But my little monster Throws tantrums on the floor No amount of Nutella Can get her off her knees For my little monster Has a minds disease And I’m too busy fighting That I can not see The empty cartons of ice cream Will bring her no true ease
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Mimi
My kitchen is yellow Ugly and faded My kitchen is where Late at night I traded Crumbs with a monster A tiny little thing That grows and grows With growls and grumblings She does not like the yellow And neither say do I Sometimes the hideous color Makes her want to cry So I placate her with cookies Brownies and more But my little monster Throws tantrums on the floor No amount of Nutella Can get her off her knees For my little monster Has a minds disease And I’m too busy fighting That I can not see The empty cartons of ice cream Will bring her no true ease
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
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