number eighty-nine.

There was this poem i did this morning.
Too bad i didn't bring that book back.
TSKTSK.
I only remembered my answer on it.
something like..

The cloud was like sugar,

I felt like vinegar.

The weather was like heaven to me,

and it meant like butter to me.

If only i could recollected it,

The first horrendous meal i ever had.

XD.

It was lame i know.

iamsolame.

thats all i could remember from the poem.

Nothing else.

tsktsk.

spoiler.