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When We Were Cooking

By Euodia

When we were cooking food

It was on the stove and the

Fire was under it and it burned

spatula. And I kissed my

Mom for blowing it out.  And

She was in a rush.  And she

Was running almost tripping over

A rock.  And in the trees there

Was a wolf running and the sky

Going down turning dark blue.

And the music playing from

The radio and there she is looking

In a small mirror and there

I am putting food on the table and

She coming tired, ready

To eat.