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Bed
The thoughts that were going through my head as I desperately tried to haul my sleepy a** out of bed, and as usual, failed miserably.
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In Her Kitchen
A poem dedicated to my beautiful great grandmother. I have the fondest memories of standing in her kitchen and watching her create so many recipes, and this piece is an ode to her and her famous apple crumble.
MOANS
Musings. of. a. Nonspecific. Sort.
MOANS 