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The Bread


If the wind was blowing just the right way
you could smell fresh baked bread each day
it would come from the bakery down the street
it smelled so good and was so good to eat...
each day I would go there on my bike
with 25 cents to pick out and buy a loaf I like
it had to be baked to a golden brown
not to long and not to round

on the ride home, it tempted me
to take a bite out of the end I could see
my father at me would get so mad
When I did this he said that I was bad
but to me it was the only thing to do
I wonder dad, I said... why wouldn't you
wanna bite into it like I do ?

fresh baked bread memories in my head
As I was sent to my room, and lay on my bed
if the wind was blowing just the right way
You could smell fresh baked bread each day

1994 Jim Nasium

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