Poewhit
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life
The rain has just ended.
I myself inside feel bended.
Into the yard I'll creep.
Out the back door by the sweep.
There the dirt hills, road fleet.
With a shovel this dirt to keep.
I'll make Mommie a sweet treat.
Mix some water, with Puddles meat.
On the floor to place them neat.
Right by Mommie's golden feet.
Neat little pies in a row.
Only to help Mommie, cook and sew.
from my poem book - DREAMS
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