Below is the poem entitled My Strawperry Pie which was written by poet
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My hunger was much and also very
So I wanted pie made of strawberry
Which was so sweet with firm crust;
To eat it you should and also must.
You can tell from your very first bite
Whether in morning, noon or at night
With no one would you want to share
Because my pie is beyond compare.
So I ate it all and did not saving any;
Days did pass by which were many;
Wondered if I should make one more;
Could not resist so I made a score.
Being that I am always very well fed
Should I make only seven instead,
And if land of Lincoln is where I live
To whom should my pies I now give.
I did gave to God the very first piece
And rest I gave to Chicago police
Which was so cold and never hot;
Now I have a free parking spot.