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Chicken Soup for the Neopoet's Soul
There's a special blend of cosmic soup,
coming to a boil,
some of us are carrots,
some of us are 'tatos
some bouillon cubes,
some too chicken
to step into the pot.
And now the point is boiling
and none of us have a clue
how the soup will taste without
the main ingredient of You.
Pity that.
~A
coming to a boil,
some of us are carrots,
some of us are 'tatos
some bouillon cubes,
some too chicken
to step into the pot.
And now the point is boiling
and none of us have a clue
how the soup will taste without
the main ingredient of You.
Pity that.
~A