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There is a skeleton guarding the cookie jar. 
The jar is pumpkin shaped and made of glorious 

He lives within, wishing to smell the scent of 
Chocolate Chip Chewy Munchables Crunching with age. 
In the middle of the night, he knocks on the porcelain 
Pumpkin, just to hear it sing a sweet lullaby, 
Reminiscing about the sweets gone by—crumbs still 

Just waiting to be replenished by the elves living in the walls. 
The skeleton would consider baking his own delicious delights, 
But until the day his tongue regrows and he can taste again, 
He will guard the cookie jar with his life.

Cookies to Die For
Kathryn Staublin