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Mar 2016
When my daughter is sad
she makes  cupcakes
the series of taste tests add up to twelve
and she is diligent.
I don't mind,
all the necessary food groups
are there for her
and the crumbs will do fine for me.
Written by
Daniel Pierre McClenaghan  M/second city usa
(M/second city usa)   
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