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This is my waffle
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My waffle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My waffle, without me, is useless.
Without my waffle, I am useless.
I must toast my waffle true.
I must chew straighter than my clogged artery,
who is trying to kill me.
I must chew him before he chews me.
I will.
My waffle and myself know that what counts in breakfast,
is not the rounds of toast,
the noise of bacon frying,
nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the syrups that count.
We will syrup.
My waffle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses,
its strengths,
its parts,
its accessories,
its ridges and its indentations.
I will ever guard it against
the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my waffle clean and ready,
even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
We will.
Before God I swear this creed.
My waffle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our clogged artery.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no clogged artery,
butt Peace.