The Bakery

by | Sep 3, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Standing in the bakery at four am
The smell of freshly baked bread
Is mouth watering,
Outside the snow is falling,
The air freezing, and
Soon they will start to arrive
To wait in line
For their daily bread,
No one is left out
No one goes without
At the bakery.

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