Frosted Flakes
When i wake up in the moring you are the second thing on my mind,
No matter how busy i am for you I find time.
You make me enjoy life for little things that you do
and whenever im down you always come through.
You are that early morning drive that gets my day going,
you wake up my digestive system and get my tastebuds flowing.
And when you're gone i miss you because you can not be replaced,
Because you always, somehow keep a smile on face.
No this poem isn't about true love, but a love poem for food,
Shout out to Tony the Tiger beacause Frosted Flakes I love You.
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