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Emotions mix in your stock pot on the front burner, ready to boil even before you engage the dial. Let loose those vexing onions, pungent like the stubborn garlic, delivered to the bubbling bath where they vie for aromatic supremacy. The severed beef nestles amidst the boiling brood with carrots diced to the inch and just a pinch of pepper to aid the deliberate salt. Continue seasoning the teeming stew; introduce rosemary to basil and that tangy zest you like best. Then give it thyme. Words full-bodied under the cover simmer in rich juices. A medley of flavor arouses the senses yearning to devour a feast finally arrived. Ready to dish with your loaded ladle, you poise to serve and notice the time before you realize you forgot to set the table, and worse, invite company. This poem is part of a collection available to ebook readers at the link below:
© Copyright 2006 Brian Keith Compton (UN: bkcompton at Writing.Com).
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