You made me mac'n cheese
when I fell off my bike,
skinning my knee
You made me lasagna
when I lost my final
tennis match in La Habra
You baked me a custard
when I didn't get
accepted to Harvard
My belly was full and snug -
though all I really
craved for was a hug...
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