In the morning
When me and Ava wake up
We see at the table
That there is chocolate milk
We look at each other
And then we laugh
Why chocolate milk?
I guess her mom didn't want to cook
We go to the table and drink up
Then all of a sudden
Ava's milk spills
We rush to the towel
But she doesn't come
I beckon her to come
And we clean her and the table up
After that we make waffles
And talk until I go home
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A Feeling Inside Me
PoesiaEveryday Topanga writes a poem, a quote, or a song or verse in her poetry journal about how she feels. Until something ruins it.
