Don't Do It

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Momma was with me
When I learned not to eat mulch
Outside my garage
Sitting on the driveway
By our plants surrounded by mulch
I grabbed a bulky piece
Momma said
Don't do it
Don't do it
Crying
I didn't know what was wrong
The smell of dirt was heavy
I ate it anyways
Tasted like dirt & wood
I don't eat mulch anymore





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