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By Kase Date: 2003 Aug 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.06.13.23.17080]] |
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The ingredients he adds to my life, a handful of this, a touch of that. Then he kneads me just so until I rise in the heat of his oven. Love, not too bitter, not too sweet, but just right for for him and me. There's no need to preheat, for he does that to me when he enters the room and raises the temperature inside me by a hundred degrees. He says he can't cook, but I know better than that, because when he makes an appearance, I'm as good as done. |