Love Of Pie
Its crusted shape,
its yummy insides
it spectacular smell
oh yes it a delight
that bring joy
and family together
oh y couldn't it last forever
the days would go by
and family would be near
sipping and eating
with love and care
but when it done
everything goes back normal
and we all go our separate
way wait for the next
pie serving
poem by Robert Roberts
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