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The Power of My Beloved Cheese
my sister was going through a box and found this. it's something i wrote for an assignment in middle school.
The Power of My Beloved Cheese My cheese has died. Oh the cheese, my cheese, it's making me cry. Oh how I wish I could eat it now, but I ask how as I watch the mold, it grows and grows, until I can take no more. I bury my cheese, and cry alone. Oh how the cheese has left me to behold none of its power. I whine about my cheese this hour, but there is a side that tells me to devour a new type of cheese that is full of power! The new cheese is like a new love, with the yellowness like a sick dove. Oh no! The power of the new cheese is a tease, so I cut the cheese. i seriously don't remember writing this at all.. |
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