Haiku52:Our thoughts on food and cookingIn seventeen beats.
i do not care thatyou hate the noises i makewhile slurping hot tea
oh! a hot toddyforgot about you duringspritz season. i'm sorry.
All I want is toCrawl inside a burritoAnd make a home there.
It'd feel good to be carried in a baby bjorn,wrapped in lots of fleece.
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