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Fresh Bread

Wed 23rd March

Those fuckers at the Supermarket,

Blasting me with that irresistible scent.

Deliberately placed to entice me,

Using money elsewhere much better spent.

As soon as those doors open,

The intolerable addictive gluten wafts it's whiffy scent at me.

My body knows its bad,

my guts know too.

"Is it OK this time? Let's see? "

I am learng to savour and enjoy,

The magic this wonderful smell offers.

I have made enough mistakes,

I will keep the money spent on bread in the coffers.

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