Thursday, April 14, 2016

poem of the day April 14


I was looking
at all the cuts
The tough ones
hard to chew 
but full of flavor
The tender ones
melt in your mouth
but have no taste
There were too many choices
As I was was standing there
going insane with decision
I spotted Goldilocks
come out of the confusion
and grab a cut without looking
It was then I realized
that I needed to spend
more time with the bears

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