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Aisle by the bread counter (Free verse) by Caducus

A child wandered through Aisles Trying to find his Mother A Mum wandered through Aisles Trying to find her son, And found him good as gold Leaning on the warm glass Watching loaves rise in the oven. Crying, She smacked him on the legs But he still watched the loaves Smelling the aroma of them And he remembered his Father Smiling.

zodiac 22-Dec-05/9:18 AM
Don't randomly capitalize words.




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