"Perfect" said the critics
"Awful" says the boy
"It tastes like diarrhea, oh how I hate bok choy"
But something 'bout his eyes make everything okay,
Even if his food choices make me start to decay
"I love you" I reply to him
But how I hate his mind
For Kraft is for the maniacs,
And I'm a mastermind
I've tried to make his mac gourmet
But he just eats his ranch,
So when he asks me for his nuggets,
I say "I love you" back
Posted in response to the challenge Picky.
stop.
stop running.
stop worrying.
stop everything.
drop.
drop to the ground.
drop your possessions.
drop everything.
roll.
roll anyway from the fire.
roll away from your fears.
2:15
This sun is mostly full, though there is a slight nibble out the side
2:30
A bigger bite, almost Pacman shaped
3:00
Looks like a crescent moon, but it's actually the opposite
No school today,
For the first time since December
It's been five months,
Almost half a year,
Yet the snow falls,
We ripped March off the calendar
Yet the snow falls,
The snow melted in February,
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