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Golden warmth Of baked biscuits Wafts throughout; Appetising Aromas Lingering long After last morsel is munched! The Whitney. Seven lines, syllables: 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, 7. (Just in case there is any confusion over my use of the word 'biscuit'! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biscuit 'Biscuits in British usage' Also, 'appetising' is spelt with an 's' where I'm from, not a 'z'!)
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