Bread Poem by Marshall Lee
Bread
The smell of baking bread is delightful.
Burning the bread would look rather frightful.
When you touch the bread, feel the softness within each slice.
Burn the bread and you might as well feed the mice.
Everyone makes mistakes, so just picture in your head:
What could I do to make the perfect bread?
Friday, November 2, 2012
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