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Subject: Re: Friday at the Bakery (Sequel to My Dream Man)

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Moonchild

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Date Posted: 21:22:05 03/22/02 Fri
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In reply to: Wanda 's message, "Friday at the Bakery (Sequel to My Dream Man)" on 06:30:19 03/21/02 Thu

So true and funny way to get the message across. Thanks for the laugh :) Well done!

>Friday at the Bakery
>
>Two days I had prepared myself
>I had used every cosmetic on the shelf
>I had cleaned my shoes, and combed my hair
>My uniform was ironed with loving care
>
>A new fragrance I had purchased at the store
>I liked it so well I went back for more
>The lemon cake was baked; it looked really nice
>It looked so delicious, I wanted a slice
>
>I waited for him to come through the door
>the man of my dreams, the one I�d adore
>I needed more frosting for the cupcakes to go
>I went to the back room, then stubbed my toe
>
>The bowl of frosting spilled all over my dress
>It was chocolate; I looked like a royal mess
>It dripped down upon each of my shoes
>Must I always be such a clumsy goose
>
>He stepped to the counter asking for the cake
>Could he also see the one who did bake
>I grabbed a garbage bag; tied it around my waist
>Walked out to the counter with a smile on my face
>
>Frosting continued to drip from my dress
>It made stickly little puddles where I progressed
>He said, �Would you like to go out with me;
>I love your lemon cakes, don�t you see?�
>
>I happened to glance closer at his clothes
>He was wearing some shorts with support hose
>When he opened his mouth I saw his teeth
>They looked like daggers that needed a sheath
>
>So, Mr. Perfect is just like the rest of us
>I laughed at all my preparations and fuss
>It�s not what�s outside that is important you see
>Inner beauty should mean more to you and me

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Re: Friday at the Bakery (Sequel to My Dream Man)	Wanda	12:44:38 03/23/02 Sat