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For everyone it’s different Some now and some later After the feeling we hate It is not from nothing but an empty stomach I long for a good meal It fills me up That is how I’ll feel. Full to the top of the cup For breakfast it is cereal Even before a funeral The cereal has different ways It is only for those that pay Lunch is different All full of hot munchies Those don’t even crunch That is why it’s apparent Dinner is the last meal That is how I feel It is hot And not fit for a tot At eight my hunger has gone For another day Until I wake and yawn Then again I’ll pay |