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A Glass of Wine

In a box, 
a cake is hidden. 
I opened it slowly, 
and looked inside. 
All I found…
was a bag, 
and dust. 

Add this, mix that, 
be hopeful and hurry. 
The mistake, 
was in the flurry. 

Whipped topping,
don’t stare, 
it was not my fault
at all.  
Ask her, 
or her 
or her. 

We started out…
in the pan, 
Then it got a light tan, 
but heaven forbid, 
it was not done. 
taken out too early, 
a kiss before you leave, 
and the mistletoe, 
was hung too low. 

I looked in the box, 
a cake was hidden…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 12/11/2019 6:01:00 PM
G'day Ann … you can't afford to dehydrate when making a cake can you. Enjoyed your verse Ann - Lindsay
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Ann Foster
Date: 12/11/2019 9:40:00 PM
lol... yep.. hicup... great fun to bake... hicup... Ann
Date: 12/7/2019 11:50:00 PM
You made the cake and eat alone.. Thatz why the Hiccup.. lol.. Next time you know what to do..
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Ann Foster
Date: 12/8/2019 2:13:00 AM
hehe.. best if shared... so much more fun... true with nearly everything... worth having fun... hugs. Ann
Date: 12/7/2019 4:55:00 AM
A curious write, Ann :)
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 12/7/2019 12:52:00 PM
Depends on the story!
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Ann Foster
Date: 12/7/2019 11:06:00 AM
Perhaps better to party after the baking is done?