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A simple store bought cracker pack is all I really need and if I had the choice to, it’s all I’d ever eat. It’s clear and noisy wrapper never fails to bring me joy like a puppy with a bone and a toddler with a toy.
A grounded bean is all it takes Brewed and creamed Dined with a cake In the morning or afternoon Black or sweetened I have to choose Oh! what cup Shall I use?
I've lived in a house full of groans, and understood why my mom had problems getting loans, she screamed and yelled and screamed, my brothers and I looked very steamed, she said,"I can't take you anymore!"