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Garlic

Garlic in a frying pan, Sautéed in olive oil, Smells so good that really, Only vampires would recoil. How I love that special scent, A magical bouquet, Meant to keep your nose nearby, Not that I'd ever stray. I have read of festivals Where garlic is the star, Though a garlic ice cream cone May go a step too far. Still, I'd love to be at one To breathe in that aroma. It's enough to rouse a person Who's been in a coma. Garlic in a frying pan - It's heaven in the kitchen. No matter what the dish, my taste buds Totally are twitchin'!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/5/2012 11:13:00 PM
It's good for just about everything except one's breath. Good write Ilene.
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Date: 8/5/2012 4:18:00 PM
I agree! I love the smell of garlic cooking. Enjoyed your poem, Ilene. Love, Kim
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