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What will I choose?

I run home after my day
I run back home for tea.
The kettle is on, I kick off my shoes
A plate full of biscuits awaits me.

I examine the beauty of the single plate
I hear my joy inside me, scream
My eyes scan the chocolate chip cookies
And the humble custard cream.

My thoughts are jumbled - which should I choose?
From my tea I take a swig
Jaffa Cakes, or the beautiful roll;
Golden pastry with a sundried fig?

Jammy Dodgers, Pink Panther Wafers
The list does never cease.
And to this day I cannot decide
My mind is never at peace.

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