Every afternoon, As soon as I drop my books. I race into the kitchen just to have a look. At all the wide varietys that my cabinets have to show But what I am going to eat, I already know. I get out a little package and but it in a bowl. Put in 2/3 milk and heat for 2 minutes low. I then flip on the tv and watch whatever i feel. Kick back in the recliner and enjoy my oatmeal.
Reason for writing:
I Luv Oatmeal
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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