Bread

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Her name was Flora Spread and she 
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lived on Hovis Hill
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Overlooking Baker Town from the 
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window of her flour mill
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The bright lights of the city 
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fueled her longing to create
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With the innovative bakers with 
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whom she knew she could relate

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She saw the cakes they cooked and 
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the muffins that they made
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But she kept on beating her bread,
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 all the while feeling betrayed
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That her mother left her in this 
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mess of yeast, flour and dough
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She must taste inspiration and 
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stop chewing the bread of woe
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Woah-oah-oah

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Down in baker town lived Victoria 
Sponge
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But her cakes just weren't selling 
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so she knew that it was time to take
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A plunge into the new, and see 
things from a brand new view
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"And yes young Miss Flora I am 
talking to you

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Won't you come down that hill of 
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yours and work here in my shop?
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You might have to bake until the 
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ovens pop!
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But I need your creative eye
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With my wisdom and your innovation
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Together we can bake the Perfect 
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Success Pie
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Success Pie
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Success Pie-ie-iee"
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 Bread! BDAD !

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After just one week in that shop, 
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Flora's business was booming
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Her creativity blooming and her 
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customers consuming
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But looming, on the horizon, lay a 
rising problem
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People couldn't stop eating, and 
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there was nothing that could stop 
them

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What was once a people of pretty
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 balanced diets
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Baker Town without its bread was 
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revolution without riots
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Flora closed her shop down, but 
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she knew it was too late
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And soon enough the population of
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 the town was overweight
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Overweight
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Overwei-hey-yay-e-ight
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 Bread! BDAD !

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And so, the very next day Flora 
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went back to her mill
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And opened up her bread shop
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But it seemed, to Flora's dismay 
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that no one wanted her bread
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And she was left alone up on the 
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hilltop

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 Victoria Sponge kept on baking
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 With recipes she stole from Flora's
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 And Flora's heart kept breaking
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 As the cakes continued rising, 
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and the bread became toast...