When that red bag finds you it’s time to taste the rainbow. A big bag of colors that Carrie’s tasty insane flow.
It sends your taste buds to Heaven when you take a bite. Plus a good sugar rush if it’s tasting right.
Be very careful when you carry them around. A big mob will ask are you sharing them around.
I hope the sweety goodness doesn’t make you say yes or you’ll be wishing you made the choice to say less.
Prep yourself for the rainbow wrapped in red that’ll with a sugar high to keep you outta bed.
That red bag wiggles with a sugary giggle. Taste the rainbow and enjoy a pack of skittles.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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Very good poem, they are good candies
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