Gingerbread Man
I miss it
the warm, soft, moist dough,
making frosting clothes, and red hot buttons.
Mimicked "catch me if you can"
biting off the legs first, now it can't run.
Always saving the head for last to
see it's doom come towards it.
And lastly after it comes milk!
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