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Sep 2015
There was a baker;
He baked anything and everything.
His equipment was top-of-the-line.
The materials went in disorderly
Then became neat.
Everyone approved.
But I knew better.
The ingredients didn't change.
They adapted.
To get away, they acted.
Moose
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