Sunday Pie Poem by Angie M..

Sunday Pie



Seldom heard about are the fresh crisp apples,
the precise measuring of spice,
or the defined formation of dough and crispy shell

Leave it to Sunday
for the one or two slices that got mixed in the batch

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Not that it's not good to be more careful
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