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Lit: An Ode To My Bread Pudding

Twas the day after Christmas and my jeans? They FIT fit. I ain't even tripping, because ALL the food was LIT! I'm not mad at the scale. Nope. Not one little bit. People ask, "Whatchu get for Christmas?" I say "just Junk". They're all completely shocked, because my answer is "just so crass!" I laugh to myself, because bless their judging hearts, they have no idea, that I'm talking about this a$$. So..., in my mind, I drop it AND I pop it, and perform a whole Burlesque skit, and all this ceremony, Is because my Bread Pudding was LIT!

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Date: 12/27/2020 9:41:00 AM
ha ha ha love it what a fun poem:-) hugs jan xx
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Danita Michelle Allen
Date: 12/27/2020 10:45:00 AM
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Danita Michelle Allen
Date: 12/27/2020 10:44:00 AM
??????Thank you!

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