Friday Poem
© 12 Sep 2014 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Soup that feels as good as sleep.


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A bowl of soup, both warm and deep,
The kind that feels as good as sleep;
With broth and onions (caramelized),
Cheesy dumplings (all bite-sized),
Peas and carrots, squash purée,
Tomatoes freshly picked today…
In goes my spoon, out comes a balm,
And naught can break my perfect calm

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