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I still thank you, I try to write one every day. Here's mine from today.

Playdough cookies sound retarded
But when I tell you that they represent the most important period of my life
Perhaps you’d start caring.

Less than five old
The woman who raised me and I would board the local county bus and go
to our Giant Eagle.

In the way back
past the fresh Pennsylvanian produce and beyond the deli’s mysteries
were the Playdough Cookies.

In our Giant Eagle
there was an unspoken rule that any child was allowed one big cookie
From the bakery selection.

It was always perfect
A big, beautiful cookie made of any kind of colors-sharp cyan, soft crimson
All just for you.

As the years went
Management adopted a system involving a “cookie card” to keep folks honest
I was old then

It was always perfect
Sometimes I wonder if looking back we really did have a better world
or if I’m cold.

I try to just take one memory or feeling a day and make it into a poem.