<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Daughter and Apple Pie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She serves me a piece of it a few minutes<br>out of the oven. A little steam rises<br>from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - <br>cinnamon - burned into the crust. <br>But she's wearing these dark glasses<br>in the kitchen at ten o'clock<br>in the morning - everything nice -<br>as she watches me break off<br>a piece, bring it to my mouth, <br>and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, <br>in winter. I fork the pie in<br>and tell myself to stay out of it. <br>She says she loves him. No way<br>Could it be worse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Raymond+Clevie+Carver">Raymond Clevie Carver</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482892" data-title="My Daughter and Apple Pie de Raymond Clevie Carver" data-description="She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everyt..."></div> </div> </div>

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