Waste not. Want not.
Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.”
When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot?
As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”
I save the salt from chocolate squeeze.
To my stew you are added.
Flavor has been padded.
Aw sheet!
Blasted hole. This is not a treat.
I’m gonna fix you. I guarantee.
From my needle you need to flee.
More time will be added to your life. Around you I shall mend.
So more dream filled nights, you can tend.
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