Life is like a cookie
You take a bite of it every time you feel happy
Then you set down the cookie to let it collect dust
When you feel old and shriveled up like your pappy
You want to eat your cookie again because your life feels like a bust
When you take a bite of your cookie
You realize you have bitten the dust.
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I wrote this one back in ninth grade. I'm sure this is the very first poem that I've actually written during my free time. I like to go back to this one once in awhile to see how much I've changed over the years. Now I'm in my second year of college, so yeah, it's been awhile since this was written. Has anybody ever goofed around with poetry like this?
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