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F a r a w a y m o o nas a young childI could see your smiletaste your cheesesee your old mantouch you with my finger.
The beautiful heat, The scent of Ambrosia, The last affront to the Gods, The oozing delight, That which granted mankind ascension, That which the Gods envied, That which they descended for,
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.
I really like cheese But I really hate blue cheese Blue cheese is a sin
Cheese is really great I only eat it if it’s fake It is for the cow’s sake There is no debate: To love it is my fate Without it, I would break
CheeseFor some unknown reason,Everyone believes that MarioEnjoys cheeseFar too much, most would say. No point asking whyNo one quietly (nor loudly) knows.
Sometimes days are bad. Then I think about grilled cheese Grilled cheese is awesome.
Food We eat it We need it Is it a necessity? Or is it less to be As we crave it day and night
Those luscious lines of unspoken feelings. Let out, and oozing with with such sentimentality
I ate to satiate my tongue's desire.My body's sense of humor is so crude.For when I ate my hunger was a fire,A raging bear with a bad attitude.
Not that I have anything against it, but somewhere, embedded deep in the human pysche was like, "You know what? What I want? Milk. But solid. and kind of smelly?"
I have an obsession and I don’t like it one bit. Some people think it’s strange But a lot of the time, I simply can’t help it I remember the first time I Discovered its magnitude.