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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Dinner Tonight, Enchiladas with Sugar

I see now,
why it has never worked for me.

She's an Enchilada,
and I'm pure Sugar.

We don't mix well,
because I'm too sweet
and she's too hot
and I keep sweetening
when she needs to cool down.
at 6:33 PM
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