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by MCM, 7th
O, white rice The taste of nothing yet everything Indulging in a huge pot for every meal Savory, sweet, salty, you can be anything you want Eating it with soy sauce, falling right out of my chopsticks Warm delicious god-like creature Looked over by everyone But small and steady steps taking over all food Who cares if it is “peasant” food it rules over me I smell your non-existing smell So high above everything even my dog is named after you Fluffy, soft, gooey, little pebbles Food so easily accessed but I would keep you in a safe with all of my money From the bowl right into my mouth, Fate, your fate is with me Food you are, loved by most Loved by me Comments are closed.
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AuthorsStudents 6th-12th Grades month
March 2023
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