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My Potatoes

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My Potatoes

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Jaqulyn Stelmack, Guest Writer

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Running frantically around the kitchen,

Wondering where they might have gone.

I pause and turn,

There my brother stands,

He stares in fear, because he knows I know,

HE STOLE MY POTATOES.

 

He stole my potatoes, my one and only love.

I prepare for battle, for he must die.

 

You might think I’m crazy,

You may even be afraid.

But potatoes, you see,

Are everything.

They are my light,

My love, my life.

Anyone who touches them

Must die.

 

He stole my potatoes, my one and only love.

I prepare for battle, for he must die.

 

His eyes widen as I hold out my hand,

He hesitates, and the fire in my eyes grows.

We stand face to face, a battle of will.

He places the potatoes in my hand,

Signaling defeat.

Grinning, I snarl in his direction and scurry back to my corner.

 

He stole my potatoes, my one and only love.

Next time, I assure you, he will die.

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