anakin
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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.. 
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.. 
