i rember poem
i rember my 7eventh b day the way the syrup on the kake swmeled anmd hoiw the rooom smellewd lik cocolatte i rember the basebal icce cream kake thast tasted like every food that I liked
like my favorite foods crumbling in to one its touch was cold and sticky I could go crazy because it was so sticky i remember the fire burning how the melting cake dribbled down my mouth each time i recall this memory i feel happy even though the cake was melting i still felt happy that is why i am happy
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