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Her cracked old hands from years of work Chop away at these vegetables for a delicious soup On the granite counter tops The cream colored kitchen turning as safe as her warm hugs Into this safe haven, an escape from boredom “I'm gonna miss this” “What do you mean it's almost done” -kenzie<3
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Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
My Great grandmother's Soup
Her cracked old hands from years of work Chop away at these vegetables for a delicious soup On the granite counter tops The cream colored kitchen turning as safe as her warm hugs Into this safe haven, an escape from boredom “I'm gonna miss this” “What do you mean it's almost done” -kenzie<3
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Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
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