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Kitchen Beauty
- Vinny Carlson
- Mar 23, 2018
- 1 min read
Moving in your own rhythm
with a belly-filled mission.
Bread, the inbetweens,
and turkey,
you've come up with your own system.
A sudden sound from placing my backpack down,
you smile and listen for me to say
Hey mom.
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