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Saturday, June 20, 2015
Making a Pie
Rebekah is my pie maker
Working hard with lard, flour, sugar and fruit
Rhubarb season is the reason for pie
Bitter and tangy--with custard or without
It is made, eaten and allowed to fade
Into memories--unless we can freeze some,
Mother, for another day.
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