The faintest scent
of snickerdoodles,
(just their name
brings a quick grin)
these hot cinnamon tinged
circular confections
just baked by mom
today sings,
NO -- SHOUTS,
my hungry
name as I
burst through
the back screen
door into
the kitchen's
seductive
magic,
plop down
the fat pile
of books
and a tin
Roy Rogers
lunchbox
as a small boy's
strong thirst for love
is by several
sweet treats
and a cold
glass of milk
at least
partly
sated.
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