Once upon a time I planned to be
An artist of celebrity.
A song I thought to write one day,
And all the World would homage pay.
I longed to write a noted book,
But what I did was learn to cook.
For life with simple tasks is filled,
And I have done,not what I willed,
Yet when I see boy's hungry eyes
I'm glad I make good apple pies...
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