When my mind is hungry, my parents drop a little knowledge on my plate. When I'm feeling lonely, I remember that God is with me everyday. Frienemies on me just waiting on my failure when I say....I'm not a chef but good life is something that I can make.
Joy is growing but God will never take, he's in heaven waiting to prepare another plate...I'm hungry.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
