October, the perennial month of Candy, is the kiss of death for a sweetsaholic like me. Things can spiral out of control in a skinny minute in a month like this, and the closer it gets to a day like today, Halloween, the stash set aside for any trick or treaters has dwindled considerably. Today seems a great day for a Shadorma – a poem with six lines in syllables of 3,5,3,3,7,5.
Sweetsaholic Shadorma
confession:
sweets are my struggle
today I
ate three rolls
of Smarties (the giant kind)
and have no regrets
Common Threads 
Love this! I’m a sweetsaholic too. Not a fan of smarties though.
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