Hors D' Oeuvre
From strength to strength...
...this full body this flow...
I find myself in the soup...
my palet hungers the flavour...
where artisan and genius grow...
poets feed the ladle...
we all feel the sweet interpret...
this nourishment gathers all to celebrate...
...from our rich decant...
each poet decorates...
...we breathe the nearer...
...the deciduous - deciphers
...more brilliantly...
...our soup full compliment...
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