French Toast

French Toast

A Poem by Tenten

 

 
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you
Even though its 1 AM
The French Toast is cooking
To calm the munchies
There’s vanilla in the eggs
Butter on powder sugar
Drizzled lines of syrup
And these sleepy steps are comforting
Far too comfortable in dazed minds
I’ll miss this dance
 

© 2008 Tenten


Author's Note

Tenten
Cp. 9:41AM Wed 08/20/08 NM hurting, red, sleepy, I�ll miss this comfort, bout last night, write more on subject, at Prides (Written, Sylph)

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Added on October 23, 2008

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Tenten
Tenten

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