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Sugar, My Cure My Curse

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Originally Published 08/28/2024

Sugar sugar please don’t be high

But if it’s low, ill never cry

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A sip of Apple or orange juice

Always lets my numbers loose

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Candy cookies yummy things

Fresh French fries and onion rings

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Kettle chips and puffs of cheese

Never ever fail to please

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Sickly sweet and honey taste

I’ll never let it go to waste

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Soda Pop drinks and punch

Always raise my sugar much

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Prick a finger stick and touch

Hoping the digits won’t be much

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When it’s low I feel complete

Because I get to eat and cheat

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If too low an alarm will sound

Or I’ll face plant it on the ground

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Too high of sugar is a goal that’s missed

And Never fails to make me pissed

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Just give some space and I’ll be fine

And raise my sugar from 69

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Diabetes it’s really the worst

Sugar, it’s my cure and curse

-aaa

Side Dish

Anthony2 Comments

Originally Published 04/05/2024

Peel me, I’m a potato for eternity.

Remove my skin and set me free.

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Slice me and dice me.

Use all your creativity.

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Just drop me and chop me.

Into a boiling seasoned sea.

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Filled with oil or water and a steady heat.

Satiate the hungered with this culinary feat.

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You can hook me and cook me.

With a sizzle I can feel and see.

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Season me with some pepper and salt.

I taste delicious and it’s all your fault.

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Portioned just right for a very hungry group.

Don’t over cook me or I transform to goop.

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With heat turned down taste can’t be beat.

All my eaters are in for a yummy treat.

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Place me on plate with a few of my friends.

Vegetable delight side dish is how this ends.

-aaa

Sugar, My Cure My Curse

Anthony1 Comment

Sugar sugar please don’t be high

But if it’s low, ill never cry

–

A sip of Apple or orange juice

Always lets my numbers loose

–

Candy cookies yummy things

Fresh French fries and onion rings

–

Kettle chips and puffs of cheese

Never ever fail to please

–

Sickly sweet and honey taste

I’ll never let it go to waste

–

Soda Pop drinks and punch

Always raise my sugar much

–

Prick a finger stick and touch

Hoping the digits won’t be much

–

When it’s low I feel complete

Because I get to eat and cheat

–

If too low an alarm will sound

Or I’ll face plant it on the ground

–

Too high of sugar is a goal that’s missed

And Never fails to make me pissed

–

Just give some space and I’ll be fine

And raise my sugar from 69

–

Diabetes it’s really the worst

Sugar, it’s my cure and curse

-aaa