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COOKIE JAR

Sunday, August 2, 2009

It's funny how my heart's like a cookie jar.
Not any cookie jar.
A cookie jar filled with a glutton's (that's me) dream cookies.
Cause once I open it,
I just cant seem to close it till I've had enough, till I've gotten sick of the cookies, till I know they're no good for me.
And sometimes,
after I've pocketed the jar somewhere deep,
the alluring fragrance drifts back up to haunt me just a little.
What keeps me from opening the jar again is fragile.
I can feel it. It's always on the brink of breaking.
But just on the brink.
And then I am reminded of how sick I was of them sweet thangs,
or maybe I just feel fat and disgusted,
but either way,
I'll keep my hands off the cookie jar.

TEE-HEE.

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