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Monday, January 19, 2009

Ode to Instant Oatmeal

I tear flimsy brown paper,
the scent of cinnamon and apple
fills this cold, dark room.
My heart warms from the steam
as the oats form close clusters
under frothy, hot water.
Within seconds warmth spreads
throughout my shivering body
as this deliciously quick
breakfast treat slithers
into my empty stomach.
Without you
my tummy would surly grumble
from 6 till 12.

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