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Literally Cheesy

I can’t write a poem.

Forget it.
My mind wanders too much.
I can’t stay focused.
Mac and cheese.
Man, I’m hungry.
What were we talking about?
Oh yeah, poetry.
I still can’t think of a line.
I wonder what’s for dinner.
Oh wait, time’s up?
You see, I’m too scattered to write.
You think this is a poem?
Ha, I didn’t even try.
I suppose I can write after all.
But seriously, can I have mac and cheese for dinner?






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