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Angel Matthew Jan 2018
『My Mom』

I told mom I'm hungry
She told me to keep wait
I nodded at her cheerfully
Kissing my forehead and said,
"Sleep well my baby,
mom will be at eight,"

The clock sounds at eight
I woke up and off from bed
My stomach crumpled,
With the food I smelled
Goodevening, mom greeted
Everything's set

I excitedly sit on the chair
Tasting the food that mom had prepared
And stopped upon hearing knocks
I saw the sheriff captured my mom
Chewing the fluffy and juicy chow
The sheriff saw me and said,
"Stop eating that child, that was your neighbour's eyes,"

— The End —