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After every holiday season, I am left with large amounts of desserts that have been given as gifts. It is my own fault since I am not shy about my love for sweets. I would be a hypocrite to complain since I gift others in the same manner, but there comes a time where I will simply sweep out what is left and start anew with vows of fruits and vegetables. This lasts until the first Girl Scout shows up at my door with an offer of Thin Mints. I dedicate this simple haiku to anyone else who suffers from this malady each year.
Killing Me With Kindness
Piles of boxed candy
Dessert gifts under the tree
I need a carrot