Waffles are my vice
So I waffle back and forth
Hide in waffle squares
🧇
What a tasty sight
Edible cubicle bite
Tomorrow, I might
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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love your imagination
That’s waffly good
Great work and waffle is such a great word ! 😊