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Cold Pizza

Another morning has arrived somehow. Who has time for breakfast right now? Inside the refrigerator I am looking. I guess I’m too lazy to do any cooking. I can have some cereal in a bowl, but my roommate drank up all the milk. That CENSORED! Stopping in the nearby fast food place might be fine. However, I don’t like waiting in a long line. Here is something to eat both fast and light. I’ll just eat some cold pizza slices from last night.

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Sukmawati Komala

Date: 8/26/2012 10:58:00 AM

Thank you Robert, maybe its a good idea for me to try one..lol:)luv SK

Ilene Bauer

Date: 8/25/2012 7:46:00 AM

i HATE cold pizza but i know that many people eat it (and, supposedly, enjoy it!). this is a fun poem, though - i enjoyed it!

Gail Debole

Date: 8/25/2012 2:59:00 AM

Used to do that...haven't had that for breakfast in a long time. Maybe it's time to work that into my breakfast menu once in awhile!