Fries ode

Tent and steaming,
Golden like the sun,
Fries condense joy of life and child-like behaviours.
Fingers are sticky,
oily stains on my dress,
And a bunch of fries
Like wedding bouquet
in my hands.

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Work prize

My body is soft
And weak to the fight
Telling me evolution might have not
Made me a favour.
Tasks get tougher worth the years
And thoughts more demanding
While the prize shines of gold and reputation.

Patience

One, two, three times you can wait
With the finger on the watch
But this will stop.
Patience is the key
but also a golden coin
To spend for those who waste not
Your time.

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