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THE BAKER'S POT


It came out hot
The atmosphere saturated with its aroma
So irresistible 
Everyone scampered for what this pot had
A taste of it called for more

Hey, baker what is in here?
What makes this mixture smell and taste so luscious?

Then goes the baker
The sweet
The sour
The bitter
The pale
The tasteless
The liquid
The solid
The powdered
Together gave us this

So goes life
You have it all in different ways
Different varieties and flavors
But put together
Is the sweetness that comes out of each day

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