February 6, 2010
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As I warm up my buttery treats,
The kernals begin to pop,
With the fast moving heat,
from the dry, old crops.

I take out the bag,
Where lots of hot steam,
fades into the air.
I begin to eat,
with loving care.
I love the buttery popcorn.

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