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Breakfast at Timmy’s
My chicken noodle, smile to each memory
Review each frown with aversion and ignorance
Bliss you are, for God has blessed me as your kin
For you, the number one seems twice the company
Solemn moments as your tears race – no doubt
No doubting that it is I who has bought box of tissues
Crash onto me, I as cushions lay comfortably
Crash onto me, I as philosophy raise your chin
Never shall a moment be flown into the ocean
For my eternal lake of reminisces accompanies you
Like a shadow with no being, I am redundant to follow
Carpe Diem, seize thy day with such a beautiful creation.
Sing along with incoherent words – as if we really know…
Grasp each moment with a sense of unrealistic joy
Each morning rises with the sun as you
I praise not for one, yet two suns, instead of a moon – everlasting.
My chicken noodle, smile to each memory
Another day passes with deep sleep from last sundown
I awake in the amidst of your rejoicing shadow with no mourn
And I said “Hey sis, what about – what about”
Breakfast at Timmy’s.
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