Oatmeal cookies

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Ingredients:

2 cups or 24 oz quick-cooking oats ( one cup whole oatmeal, one blended)
2 cups all-purpose flour
1/3 cup sugar
1/3 cup packed brown sugar
1 and 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
2 teaspoon vanilla extract
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