i imagine a piece of dough
when heated wants to escape
it rises but stick underneath
not like us when in heat, melt
curse heaven and soon regret
life's like that you endure, least
to many holes in a bread, lighter
does they inject air, make bigger
or put more yeast, bitter to taste
yes, size is there for us to look at
squeeze it, will be as paper thin
worry not my dear, it's weighted
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