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| Soma |
I’m flouring the counter in the kitchen Sometimes i pretend it’s snow I’m scolded for being silly though You take out the crust dough You like to whack it with the rolling pin Crush it flat I never wondered why your arms were so much stronger than his I like to carefully press down the fork Round and round I like to carefully press down the fork Round and round The edges of the pie pan Crimping perfect little lines I never questioned that you never did the work that had to be perfect I’m standing in the grocery aisle Staring at frozen pot pies Amazed at the flavor Of a food i haven’t sampled in years I never questioned why i left them behind All my little hopes and piedreams |
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