Don'T You Know Poem by Francie Lynch

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Sour Dough:

Divide it, it grows.

It's innate, it's ingrained.

That's it.

Don't you know!


There's no risk like a used car,

It's value will rise.

There's no worth in bargains,

No run in with wine.

It's not used for usury.

That's it.

Don't you know!


You can't win it with guile.

To earn it - inconceivable.

To think it - unbelievable.

You can't find it without you.

That's it.

Don't you know!