Wash Yo Hands and Knead the Dough
SMELL THE KNEADED BREAD
THE SWEET, SWEET BREAD
MIGHT THOSE WHO HUNGER
HUNGER NO MORE
THE YEASTY DOUGH'S
THAT FERMENTS
THE SWEET MOLASSES
THAT SHALL SWIRL WITHIN
KNEAD MY DOUGH'S
AND LET THEM RISE
KNEAD MY DOUGH'S
AND LET THEM RISE
BAKE THEM THAT ALL SHALL
HUNGER NO MORE
THEIR IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED
WITH LOVE
LOOSE ALL THY FITH AND STAINS
THE WATERS OF OF
THE FOUNTAIN MOIST
THEY SOFTEN THE THESE DRIED GROUNDED GRAINS
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