Crow Friday: Gooey Poems

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My poems

Are like homemade

Chocolate chip cookies–

Fresh, gooey

And warm.

I try to bake

Them slowly

With a little bit

Of my soul.

Each poem is flavorful,

Each stanza

stands alone.

I mix

Just enough sugar,

Flour and butter–

Not too sweet,

Not too dry.

I taste the poem

Out loud.

I wash it down

With an ice-cold

Glass of milk.

And wrap the poems

In a cute, red bow.

©️mark tulin

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