Jello. The unsung hero of childhood. Plain or creepily filled with fruit - I am looking at you pears - you were a smile on our faces every time.
Now, look at you. Relegated to hospitals and sick days. How did it come to this? Are you not still delicious? Do you not still wiggle and jiggle? Why are you so forsaken?
I don't know the answer to this troubling question, but I salute you!!
It could be the flu talking,
Miss Magnificent
P.S. Except you green Jello, nobody ever liked you.
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