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this is a poem about my grandmas cooking |
I love my grandmas cooking Because I like the way it tastes Because there's always plenty and it never goes to waste It feels hot to the touch Looks as tall as a mountain Sounds like a sizzling snake Smells strong And tastes great It feels like a grease fire in your mouth Sounds like its ready It always smells great Looks like it's from a 5 star restaurant And tastes as good too There's always a sharp contrast in colors With a bit of everything there When dinners ready Grandma yells get your ass in here |
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