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A poem comparing poetry to that of Cookies. |
| This is a sugar-filled poem For those who cannot have cookies. It is the butter directly from the pen To form the dough of words To please the senses and the mind. Let this poem rise and bake. When it is done, all you will have to do Is let it feed you, Allow your hunger to overtake you-- Let it be the perfect bite for the day. |