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There were 38 lumps of dough-
small, round and soft,
similar yet different,
but all from the same pack of flour.

Some funky some quiet,
some gifted some blur,
some active some sedentary,
yet, they looked the same.

then came the baker,
one by one he shaped.
the hands were warm and patient,
but wrinkled and rough.

off they were sent to oven,
neatly spaced,
all happy and ready,
at 350 Degree Celsius.

it was hot
but they endured,
grew and changed.
Less like dough more like bread

Brown and fresh,
packed and displayed.
More by one were taken,
lesser by one were left.

cuddling, they thought:
if I predicted this,
I rather we be charred and left alone
but together.

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