My Confessions On the Soup
The souper is me
Is keen and mean so rough, true
Yet her heart is soft
My souper being
Craves and pines to be famous
Patience she knows not
The souper I am
Enjoys spending time writing
It gives me pleasure
The souper online
Seeks to be well loved and read
Soothing is my art
The souper in life
Is a lazy Peter Pan
Forever a child!
My own confessions
That of a zealous souper
Still quite young at heart
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