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Fruit Loops

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    February 10, 2017

    It was a cool October morn. Awake, and twas only dawn.

    My hunger it did build, til bend it did my will.

    To the kitchen I went, for fruit loops, hell bent.

    The pantry my destination, for hunger elimination.

    Fruity loops, you are but mine, on which I want to dine.

    I must have loops of fruit, nothing else will even suit.

    I open the pantry wide, no loops of fruit I spy,

    The full box gone astray! Who ate these loops today!

    I had not one bite of them, in my stomach churns bedlam.

    I had to have these loops! These precious fruity loops.

    My day is incomplete, peanut butter loops I had to eat.

    A Fruit Loopless day had come, a fruit loopless day now done.