This Bakery - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
You know there was this bakery,
Who's aroma wafted out,
Who's customers loved it so.
This bakery made fresh bread,
And pastries and donuts,
It's customers fed.
But this entire bakery,
Resided in my mind,
For I lived nowhere near one.
So I built this kind of,
Bakery when I became a man.
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