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[ Mind Warp - Volume #5, Issue #05, File #076 ]
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[ "Squid's Poem" by Squid ]
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Squid's Poem
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[Squid]
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(* Editor's Note : Take this for what it is...DO NOT TRY to understand,
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you will be confused... BUT IT REALLY is a pretty poem if you hit
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PAGE-DOWN... *)
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X-mas 1995 December 21st
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I offered to bake Mom's traditional cookie dough--Nan's Russian Tea Balls
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and Pank's Lace Cookies. For years, Mom used to get rather tense around the
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holidays. We'd all offer to help with the endless chores, but she invariably
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refused or, reluctantly gave in. Nowadays, Mom is much more relaxed.
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Yesterday, in an effort to help out, I took the cookie dough to Sara's new
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apartment in Cockeysville to bake. Needless to say, I left unmistakeable
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signs (as usual, which is yet another story) that I had been in the kitchen.
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Later, I'll go into detail about my popularity in that regard.
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Without the recipies, I went ahead and started to bake away. I called Dad
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and asked him to read me the recipe cards. He only found the temperature for
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the Lace cookies and he didn't give me the specifics on spacing and sizieng
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of the cookie drops. So, I went ahead and plopped 'um on the parchment paper
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as Mom suggested. First of all, Sara didn't have a timer, or a clock for
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that matter (not to rationalize), in the facinity. The first batch burnt
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quite nicely and they all spread becomming one massive cookie blob. I
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thought perhaps I ought to rename them; at least this year's supply:
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Here, have some festive treats.... I baked some of Mom's traditional feast!!!
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Meg's Lace Mosaic
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Lace cookies? Oh no, it's a lovely Lace Bake!
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It's crinkly and crumbly, toasted just right
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--a fine golden brown crisp--
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A colorful mosaic of buttery brown hues,
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From a lovely light tan to a deep dark black.
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Lace cookies? Heavens no!
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I've baked Mom's rich dough, into
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Beautifully laced,
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Burnt, Buttery, Crap!
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Call Omniverse, the Mind Warp WHQ - (301) 718-0225
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