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The Philosophical Bread
I went to the bakery, a simple task
To buy a loaf, nothing to ask
But life, with its subtle sway
Turns the ordinary into a display
The bread, round, golden, and neat
Waited for me, a silent feat
As if it knew what I didn’t see
That I was searching, though unaware of what it could be
It looked at me with a knowing gaze
Understanding more than I in these days
Too perfect to be just a b...
Tuesday 4th February 2025 5:04 am
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