a one-lined poem

My neighbor’s mom–delightful in every way–knocked on my door and presented me with a fresh batch of Dutch homemade cookies; her mother’s recipe–I’m blessed beyond measure.

My neighbor’s mom–delightful in every way–knocked on my door and presented me with a fresh batch of Dutch homemade cookies; her mother’s recipe–I’m blessed beyond measure.
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