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The Cook

She placed her apron tightly on it hid her nightly gown and gently whisped the recipe from ages handed down. She tweeked many recipes, if they were not her own became her families fav chef the best they ever known. She's a wife, sister and Mother, Some day a Grandma too and someday her recipes will be handed down to you. Wrote By: Jessica Thompson date: 3/31/14

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Date: 5/21/2014 5:57:00 PM
Jessica, I love the joy of passing down a keepsake... Especially when it stays and is passed down the family... Linda
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Date: 5/21/2014 6:06:00 PM
Linda, I agree with that so heartedly. Nothing like things passed down to the ones you love. :)
Date: 5/21/2014 2:54:00 PM
Enjoyed this poem, Jessica. Made me think of my grandma and how she has those special recipes.
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Date: 5/21/2014 4:07:00 PM
Thank you Faye, I am glade that this poem brought back some special memories to you. :)

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