The hum of the mixer,
ingredients blend,
so much delight!
There is no end,

to the pleasing 
aroma from the rising dough,
will there be enough?
Should I make more?

I check to see if 
it's rising well,
then it's ready,
I can tell.

Into the oven,
the scent fills the air,
I run to the kitchen,
I find the bread there.

To pull from the oven,
such a tasty delight,
looks like I'll have
hot bread tonight!

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