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A seldom desired spice

A seldom desired spice

Upon a dusty, remote shelf, lies in wait a spice
to season the meals of your days, your nights
It seems deprivation is the preferred taste
your palate lives its hours, while this spice
hovers over its dreams and your time – lost !

Spice is the light, is the life in ones journey.
Each meal should be sprinkled bountifully
with the essence of this self-imprisoned spice
Who !. - with wild abandon – wants to lay upon
your days, your nights, your hours, with his rainbow

coloured flakes, essences, to relieve, to brighten,
to add flavours to your meals – that your palate
may not  - ever – have tasted or has long forgotten.
Spice is the light, is the life in ones journey.
Not one moment should be denied, be lost to eternity.

B. J. “A” 2
September 23rd 2006

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