Mother' Supernatural Apple Pie
What? Did Mom get the recipe from heaven's skies?
Fresh apples from Eden, butter from angels!
Sugars from saints, without any weird taste!
Then she would make a giant, huge bowl of fresh-
whipped cream.
We'd always wash our little, hands first.
Then, and only then, would we indulge,
In her whipped cream, angelic sensation.
5/5/2021
~4~
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