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My house was robbed

Sacred things were stolen

a "good" friend betrayed me

which lead to my heart, broken.



But is that not The Way

The Cookie Crumbles?

When Dunked in milk?

Or when one stumbles?



And explanation you may demand--

'Why me?' Or 'why my cookie?'

'O! Why is life not grand?'



There are times when you'll walk tall

there are times you cannot stand.

But as The Cookie Crumbles

You'll see things go hand-in-hand



Bake yourself another tray

for without cookies

you'll waste away!



The things that were stolen were replaced.

And those with sentiment?

My mind will not erase.



The decietful friend I used to have

has apologised (enough!)

for his hurtful backstabs

-though.. I find it hard to conciliate

when what he did

caused so much hate



A mending heart

will take more time

but I'll eat this here cookie

and I'll be just fine



(29.12.06)