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Keaghan Adley

You Want Seconds

Mixed and stirred, tasted and baked
And made only by the best,
My mother.

Untouched but deeply desired.
Buried under layers of white snow,
Dripping with deliciousness.

Once the candles are blown,
It vanishes within seconds.
Only one year, one whole year,
Till we can enjoy it again.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]