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The children are busy on the lawn with a stick, an upturned hat and some leaves. They call me — Come outside Grandma and eat the cake. It is made of air and is quite delicious. I have two slices. The children give me the recipe written on a leaf.
2
The poet makes the poem out of nothing; I will make the cake after I have written these words about my latest muse — a chef whose fame rests tenuously on the success of his next plate.
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