Donuts, cinamon rolls,
With white icing.
Aromas from the bakery,
The new bakery,
Had it's beat,
Everything so sweet.
The bakery of old,
Was the one I had worked in,
I was told,
By a longtime friend.
That bakery worked,
With no money at all.
I worked in it with,
Hardly an money at all.
For I was a college student.
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