she spins around stiring and mixing
The lights of the oven glow
as the radio flickers
Today there is a row of cookie sheets
waiting to enter the inferno
It always smells good
but sometimes it is a sad place to be
the smells always make it better
The sun shines in of the yellow walls
as the brightness reflects off
the snow on the window seal
Through the dooon the opposite side
there is a tree
lighting up the house with it's joy
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