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somewhere in wasted town
in old worn house
there lives wise woman
loves bake tasty pastries,
plump, juicy pies, sparkling crusts.


every evening bakes 2 pies
9 whining children
, sets them on porch cool.

1 day mother discovers
not have enough flour
make dough second pie,
decides make half crust on top.

children disappointed.
" don't bake one, mama
don't how looks', grumble.
mother merely smiles.


next morning
children waken aroma
of cinnamon,sugar, , peeled peaches.
9 foolish children
scramble porch find


1 lonely pie

somewhere in wasted town in old worn house there lives wise woman loves bake tasty pastries, plump, juicy pies, sparkling crusts. every evening bakes 2 pies 9 whining children , sets them on porch cool. 1 day mother discovers not have...

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