Curse this holiday
And its delicious, ridiculous food
And now I am back to eating
This sweet white grain
The bane of my waist
What waist? You say
What a waste of all my
New clothes
That was to go with
My new New Year body
Oh well, farewell diet
Better luck next year, I suppose.
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The Demise of My Diet
Curse this holiday
And its delicious, ridiculous food
And now I am back to eating
This sweet white grain
The bane of my waist
What waist? You say
What a waste of all my
New clothes
That was to go with
My new New Year body
Oh well, farewell diet
Better luck next year, I suppose.
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I love writing short stories for my daughter, who, on the other hand, loves editing my work. I survive my full-time job by writing make-believe worlds and poetry on the commute to work and crafting on the weekends.
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