Pumpkin Pie
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Pumpkin Pie
Warm fresh, aromatic…
nutmeg, cinnamon, clove(s)…ssss….
Butter crust,
hand mixed,
hand rolled,
by a 100 year old pin.
Loved on,
by the cook.
Flakes of heaven,
peeled away from
the perfection found
only at Grandma’s house.
Grandpa smiles,
and we all laugh.
Tradition!
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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