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she asked for a great thyme
a day for festvel and enjoyment
a day to marvel in the creativity
of love
and day for people to come together and celebrate the need
to love


she made beautiful drinks of
cucumber jucies and apple jucies
with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies.
she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild
but tamed flavor
for a meat offering
so she flavored a pork roast with
rosemary, garlic, onions, yogurt, thyme 
and the gameyness and wildness of a goat.
she created pocket with in the roast 
to hold the flavor of the pork.
this was roasted for twelve hours to create a moist wild
smokey flavor
that which with sauce would be admired
and loved.
her pies were to be of mixture
never allowing a single flavor
to out speak a double flavored mixture.
she combined butternut squash and sweet potato,
with cream, and goats milk and butter sugar and honey
cloves and cinnamon and a little sugar and
 vanilla and almond extracts
to create a flavor which those who loved
 togetherness could speak to and speak about in past tense.
apples and figs were liquered to
develop a flavor then to roasted and
suagered and sprinkled with cinnamon to
make pies
that the lovers of the world would wish for.
the doughs were sweetened and 
fattened by sugar and shortening.
some where cooked as pies and turnovers.
sweet prefections to admire and adore.
the beef's were slowed roasted
to collect the savory juices
that were to be gravy for yucca roots and potatoes
a rich saucey gravy that was stout and bold, beefy
and brash.
rich with the goodness of
rosemary and thyme
garlic and onions, some graveys were
extended with richness
by horseradish
and some were the drippings of chicken and turkey and even the precious gameyness of the lamb.
oh the lamb, which rosemary's' thyme and bay leaves garlic and onions and ginger were sauced with
wines for flavoring and
and were cooked as pies and turnovers.

it she gitt she dew whoop
greasy clappin sweet
shine
kissing in moonlight nights
lovers whisketyed
sleepy
wake up and grind that
dinkie dew 
what i'm gonna say to you
in the morning?
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