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Ode to a Cookie
A cookie is not a fish.
One cannot hold it on a leash.
It is a dream — as if a wish.
Came suddenly and turned into a dish.
THIS WAS A VERY NICE POEM.
I HAVE A COLLECTION OF COOKIE POETRY IN MY HOME. WOULD IT BE POSSIBLE TO SHARE SOME OF THIS WITH YOU?
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