Food
In my tiny kitchen,
cooking up a storm.
Standing here with all this food,
in my yellow dorm.
Smelling the aroma,
wafting in the air.
I think that I will eat it all,
and then not even care.
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2009
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