This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living.

My contents are still delicious you see.
I’m bent. Beat up. But not broken.
There is a way to tell if I’m still good. Here it’s spoken;
at the same time, push on my ends.
If I don’t pop, or given in any fashions, eat my contents all up. Your hunger pains, mend.


I save a lot of money on mark down, especially the fruit and vegetables.
As well, having a garden saves a lot of money
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Amen! Thanks for reading 💕
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Thanks for reading 💕
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