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Sep 2013
There will always be
flour on the bench and
today I've got banana everywhere along
with the chocolate chips
which tumbled from the sides of the measuring spoon
and bounced along the floor.

But once I've sat down covered in
butter and floury hair
and the smell of the cake
is tangible,
its worth the mess
i make to see
friends jostling for
a piece.
Sobriquet
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Sobriquet  27/Aotearoa
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