
Why I Am Not a Baker though i’d gladly like to be one,i stumble with the numbers,good at simple calculations,but perfect measurements elude me,a mandatory need in baking.i am a poet, or so i choose,crafting lines anywhere,over a cup of drip coffee,playing with people,things, and fleeting events,then conjuring upa perfectly mundane poem.i am not a […]
Why I Am Not a Baker





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