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A Baker's Dozen

The Baker’s Dozen

The baker, in our village, a man who loved his craft,
collaborated with the enemy in the war of 1940-45, as
it was the only way he could get fine flour and other
stuff to bake his delicious cakes and white bread.
Our baker was a pleasant, brown eyed, a short rotund
man who always had boiled sweet in his pocket for
the children when he went for his afternoon walk.

His wife was more of an administrative type, dressed
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Ivan Donn Carswell 01 February 2008

Jan, this is a tidy epic which draws the reader gently in to a subtle but ominous ending. Just as there is more in a baker's dozen your poem offers that little bit extra. Rgds, Ivan

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