
The chocolate milk simply sat there, untouched and unloved. It was passed by countless times, watching the soda swept away by thirsty people. Why would such a fate befall chocolate milk, with its velvety smoothness and sweet chocolaty taste? Why would everyone pass such a wonderful thing up for water, sugar, carbon dioxide and flavoring? Yet, alas, as all good things come to an end, some great things begin. None other than the wonderful Wilfred had happened to stroll by the lunch line, and without a seconds hesitation, whisked the chocolate milk from its near-isolated fate. The chocolate felt the love of the world once more. Then Wilfred drank it. The End. |
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I never felt so moved!!!!
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fear me.. for I am GOD!!!!
well... maybe.
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Oh look. Text.
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Steven Crane poem entiteled 'A Man Said To The Universe'
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
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Steven Crane poem entiteled 'A Man Said To The Universe'
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
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