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At Imma the Bakery, where Sundays unfurl, Coffee’s aroma, pastries swirl. It’s a beautiful wet morning, a fresh start, Rain’s soft patter plays its part. Croissants flaky, cruffins divine, In each bite, love’s design. Sunday mornings, a lazy embrace, At Imma the Bakery, our magical place.
