Here's my attempt at a poem about Mince Pies.
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Mince pies, mince pies
A fresh baked batch sits before my eyes
Just out of the oven - boy do they smell gooooooooooood.
Let them cool - you know you should.
Can't wait, can't wait,
Must eat them now.
I'll have just one,
or two,
or three,
or four.
Oh bugger it. They're gone. I'll have to make some more.
by Jill
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