Family Cake

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My brother is the cake itself
He’s strong and can stand alone
My mother is the iceing
She holds us all together and keeps us close
I am the sprinkles
You can do without but you really don’t want to, I add a little something special
My dad is the fork
It picks us all apart
And ruins the cake
But I don’t think the fork means to
The cake itself hates the fork with a passion
The fork and cake don’t go together
The sprinkles and frosting try to patch things up
But we just sink in and make the cake look sad and droopy
The fork most deffinalty doenst want to make the same mistake with the sprinkles.





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