Buns
i remember
the taste of
your br east's
milk but didn't
want to
drink
black
coffee
coffee
straight
makes
me
wince but
since you
we're there
i utterly
wanted
to use
you
and
kneaded to
because
your
yeast
was rising
to being
ready to
bake
but i
suppose i
just like to
loaf
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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