My tummy is empty,
And it makes me feel dizzy.
I feel so lazy,
And its not easy.
I need food to survive,
But its amazing that I'am alive.
I need a cake to make this poem,
So that I can pass it before the storm.
My Tummy is aching,
And my mind is shaking.
A fool like me is writing,
A poem that means nothing.
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