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Nov 2016
Cinnamon, ginger
nutmeg and clove
there she is
in front of the stove

Slaps my hand
as I try to taste
its a shame
this time to waste

Heating up
by the minute
I can't wait
to get up in it

Syrupy sweet
juices flowing
the ovens heat
has it glowing

I slip in a finger
to her surprise
I just can't wait
to taste the pie

How I long
to add whip cream
eat it up
and lick it clean

The pie is ready
for me to eat
Oh I love
my Pumpkin's treat
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Baylee, --- and Ahmad Cox
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