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| Lizz K. Under the RoofUnder the wonderful blue skystands a brown roof.
 
 Under the roof lies a restaurant
 with a magnificent noisy kitchen.
 
 In the kitchen holds a stove
 and on the stove rests a pan.
 
 Under the pan are bright blue
 flames making aromatic bacon
 cook and spit flavor into the kitchen
 air like a volcano spits ash into the sky.
 
 Under the flames inside the oven
 sits a turkey seasoned and stuffed.
 
 Under the turkey rests a pan filled
 with turkey fat and chicken stock.
 
 And in this kitchen is me making
 sure everything runs smoothly.
 
 All around me are beautiful pieces
 of art ready to be served and eaten.
 
 These smell so scrumptious you could
 eat them as if you were starving even if you weren’t.
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