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Dear Pizza, You were always like the boyfriend that I never had Loyal, loving, and so comfort filling I forgot that you're also very cheesy You make any crowd a party You make the room warm with your fragrance
I was five years old, On a light Christmas morning. I drank a glass of milk It was a chocolate tradition. Foolishly wanting to play, I left it to sit and spoil Until I wanted it again.