Tag: food poem
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Take Stock in Jiggle Joy
Gentle, gelatinous, jiggling mound, Cold from the fridge, thwwwwock goes your sound Plop into to pot, you begin to warm No longer chilled goo, you’re changing your form! Liquefying, odds- defying, Broth down, essence up Eagerly waiting, mouth salivating- Oh, when will you fill my empty soup cup? No matter the chaos, regardless the doom-…
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