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Sep 2020
Dad says we don't have bread flour
for my fancy focaccia bread
My grandma's biscuits don't call for bread flour
heaven's little clouds on our baking sheet
silky dress with a light blue cardigan
for church on sunday mornings
cows mooing
home.
anonymous
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