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A Recipe of Love

Woven into the fibers of every rug Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors Shining in the panes of sunlit windows Carved into great oaken doors Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish In the pride of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil Baked into her every dinner's dish

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Date: 12/12/2019 8:03:00 AM
Beautiful my friend. Indeed they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and it take a very special woman to accomplish that. Sounds like you have found one and that makes you special.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 1:12:00 PM
I am the luckiest man on earth. I keep saying it, and I really believe it. Thanks, Chris. Cheers, Gershon
Date: 12/12/2019 3:47:00 AM
My husband is the kitchen meister at our house. I feel I am forty years ahead of him, and he likes taking his turn. His wish is for a clean everything, yet, does he like to clean? No! It is nice to take pride in things. This poem reflects that in a great way.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/12/2019 1:10:00 PM
Thanks for the story of your kitchen, Caren! :) gw

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