That's nice, run along, dear.
What's that you say?
No, I just ate. We had toast.
You say it's 5 in the morning?
It's breakfast then, let me dress and I'll have some toast!
Oh, it's supper time? Really?
Oh, I see I am dressed. Supper, then, lead the way, dear.
Where does this hall way go? Downstairs?
Oh, just out. I'll sit here, if that's fine.
I'm awfully hungry, is it here yet?
Ah, yes, here's the tray, what a good girl you are.
What's this? A hamburger?
But it's breakfast!
You say it's supper?
That's nice, run along, dear.
I'll only eat some toast.
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Poetry
PoetryI've written a couple poems over the years, nothing too special but I thought I'd post them here in case anyone is interested.
