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May 2019
2 cups flour
1 ½ cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
It must be perfect, it must be right
Soft in the middle
Clean while you cook
Keep yourself looking nice
Tired from last night
Only close your eyes for a moment
THE COOKIES!
They’re burnt
No time for others, he’s home
Flying cookies what a sight
New excuse for the bruises
This time they must be perfect
Amber
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Amber  18/F
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