Warmed up some leftover soup
I didn’t really want it you see
It wasn’t sounding too good to me
Yet when the spoon reached my lips
Oh was I glad to have it
Creamy and warm, I savored every bit
Life’s a little like leftover soup
It may seem gross but turns out to be a blessing
Keep life like that soup
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Ah! I’ll take two big ladles of soup! Great poem
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