Accessory Cloud
When I look at the sky I see my mother's pie
Next to the pie, a glass of ice-cold milk
One week without my mom's cooking
I was at summer camp
Bugs in my bunk bed--
I hid in my sleeping bag
I brought lots of candy with me--
Without candy I would go crazy
With candy I get high
Giggles and stomach-grabbing churkles
My whole body jiggles
I could as well be Santa Claus
Egg product for scrambled eggs
Pancakes, supposedly cooked there on the stove
Taste like they came out of the microwave
Times like this I miss my mother's cooking
When I look to the sky I see her face grinning over me
Her heart a warm cinnamon roll
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