We’re just like children
fighting over the last slice of pie
in a house on fire.
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But I like pie…
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My favorite is blueberry pie but I don’t like burnt crust. Time to put out the fire.
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Indeed.
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Winter is coming but I’d rather bake pies for warmth vs live in hell. Great haiku.
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And the smell of baking pie is so soothing. Thanks!
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It sure is!
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