I went to the bakery, a simple task
To buy a loaf, nothing to ask
But life, with its subtle sway
Turns the ordinary into a display

The bread, round, golden, and neat
Waited for me, a silent feat
As if it knew what I didn’t see
That I was searching, though unaware of what it could be

It looked at me with a knowing gaze
Understanding more than I in these days
Too perfect to be just a b...

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From the frying pan

Of lying thieving scumbags,

To Tory-lite fire;

The tool-maker’s son,

Palestine’s blood on his hands,

Purging our Red Rose.

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You had hidden talents, special skills

One was bakinng bread

When first I smelt your crusty loaf

I could have dropped down dead

The staff of life, the staff of life is bread

A hot bloomer cant be bettered

The sight of you kneading fresh dough

Left my loins on fire, my lust unfettered

That first taste left me spellbound

Nothing was ever so evocative

From then...

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