Ode To The Bowl Of Chili, Now Empty, That Mom Sent Over

bowl of chili

Farewell thee chili,

We had some good times.

I long for the day we’ll meet again.

It seems like just yesterday,

My heart raced and my pupils grew the size of oranges.

Alas, I am a dreamer whose spoon awaits a second helping.

 

 

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