I'm waiting.
Waiting for the holiday to come.
I'm watching.
Watching the scales each morning.
I'm hoping.
Hoping I can hit my mark.
I'm eager.
Eager to eat my fill.
Yeah. That's how I roll. (with butter, of course)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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Nice poem!
ReplyDeleteFo real!!
ReplyDeleteI love me some butter, too! :-)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE butter and it's on my diet. Gotta love that!
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