Pecan Delite
WALK IN THE DOOR TO A LOVELY SMELL.
THE SMELL OF PEACHES COOKING MAKES MY MOUTH WELL.
LIKE AN OVER FLOW OF CINNANOM SPRINKLING AND CRUST CRUNCHING
THAT MOUTH WATERING DELITE
PUT INTO A BOWL AND WITH A DOUBLE SCOOP OF THIS COLD ICED
BUT SOMETHING NICE, TO BRAIN FREEZE MY MIND
TO TEASE ME WITH THIS WONDERFUL PECAN DELITE OF ICE CREAM
IN MY HEART MAKES ME SCREAM
WITH JOY OF THIS SWEET PEACH COBBLER
BUT NO TURKEY GOBBLER
Copyright © Rena Turner | Year Posted 2015
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