anyway, i opened it up the other night and stuck it to my new fridge and assembled a poem as a way to avoid sunday night chores. here goes:
you dazzled me when you smiled
on this brilliant morning
perfumed with champagne breezes
and cakey kisses
if but not for you
i would perhaps decay
from having no foolish desires
pure cheese!
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oh puke. i almost lost my feng sushi.
that poem was what mr renyolds would say, "wonderful".
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