Potatoes meet eyes.
Warmth ordered in a small size.
Oh how I love fries.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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The Grace of Reciprocity
The only unspoken understanding now is this: if you ignore me, I absolutely won't bother you. This isn't about being competitive or indifferent; it's about acknowledging the most basic truth of adulthood: relationships must be mutual, not sustained by stubbornness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 days ago in Poets
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Man for those of us who have walked to a fast food restaurant on a cold day. THANK YOU! Love this poem!
Love this!!
Yes! Fries are the best!
Nice ❤️🔥