The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts
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Anna was making cookies yesterday, and my rapture began long before the first batch even hit the oven. I felt like the world needed a poem about the effect of the smell of cookie dough on the human spirit.
Scent of Cookie DoughThe wafting scent of cookie dough
Like flannel pajamas and comfortable socks
It swirls and swaddles, a fat cat's purr
And also a compelling signal drum
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Copyright © 2012 by Dave Grossman
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