The Things I Love: My People and My Doughnuts
Like the snow crunching underneath my feet,
Like the money that pays for my fuel for heat,
Like the dark that sets in and covers my day,
Like anything worth noticing that fades away.
Here today, gone to(morrow, soon, much)...
Like the last ice cream sandwich,
the last Krispy Kreme.
Like the last memory of that person,
the last sweet dream.
Like the last conversation,
the bell that rang.
Like an infiltrating song,
at your funeral they sang.
Here today, gone to...
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