i am baking bread,
hair piled atop my head.
abba playing ....me out of
key singing along.
flour dust and nordic exuberance, in the air.
....my friend fernando...
as i knead the dough...
punch it down.
....i would my.....
****** smell, silky feel.. dough, dough, dough...
oven not too...hot ...
money, money, money...
rest the dough...agnetha
i am not....
but baking bread....
may make me a mamma mia
or may be my waterloo...
just have to wait and see.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
i am baking bread,
hair piled atop my head.
abba playing ....me out of
key singing along.
flour dust and nordic exuberance, in the air.
....my friend fernando...
as i knead the dough...
punch it down.
....i would my.....
****** smell, silky feel.. dough, dough, dough...
oven not too...hot ...
money, money, money...
rest the dough...agnetha
i am not....
but baking bread....
may make me a mamma mia
or may be my waterloo...
just have to wait and see.
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