Ten Minute Spill

Posted: 3rd April 2017 by dallen in Uncategorized
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As the wind whirs past my hair
Some cauliflower clouds roll in 
They remind me of my mother's homemade cauliflower casserole
As I walk hallway at the doctor's office
Try to act brave like a lion, but truly I am petrified inside 
The needle is tenderly put into my arm
I am told I will be allowed to eat all the strawberries I want
 As long as we don’t fall off a cliff on the way home
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