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Oct 2017
Chocolate, strawberry.
Making me some nice delicacy.
So I can bring to the class.
And become happy with the clash.

Vanilla, eggs and powder.
The sweetness I ponder.
A little sugar in my slice.
Give life some more spice.

All in oven, high heat.
Everything must be neat.
Because cakes are for friendships.
You'll never get better tips.
Vanidy
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