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Baking Rhyme

the smell of freshly baked pie

as I slowly reach to give it a try

see the melting butter on top of smoldering hotcakes

I salivate whenever mom bakes

 

cookies on the plate

squishy jellies I ate

this happens every time

and I can’t help but break in rhyme

 

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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