Way Back When

we used to bake cookies

watch them rise overtime

the excitement was coming

once the oven clock chimed

the ingredients in them

was from our own two hands

which did the hard work

in front of our eyes

 

Now we buy boxes,

To put us at ease,

We ran out of time,

for chocolate cherries,

We get home late,

Which puts us at stake,

For no downtime,

When we wanted to bake.

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