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The Journey
by dbordelon
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Whyville Poet |
I hear the long awaited beep.
I know it's time.
I begin the walk of glory.
I finally reach my destination.
I open the door,
And out comes the smell of a freshly cooked Oscar
Mayer Wiener.
I take it out of the microwave,
Bring it to the table,
And devour it.
That was delicious!
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