Said my illness
I’m tired of being
serious all the
time I don’t
like how you
treat me like
we haven’t shared
the same apartments
for eighteen years
long enough to be
considered married
in some places
happy anniversary
21 I says anyways
who’s counting
😃 😃
🥰 👍
Rise like bread in the morning light,
Golden warmth, a comforting sight.
❤
Crunchy crust, a delight to bite,
Buttered joy, a simple delight.
❤
A slice of bread, a humble host,
Transformed by heat, a wondrous toast.
🥰 : 😃
Spread with jam or savory spread,
A perfect treat, no need to dread.
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