Never Forgeting Those Velvet Days
In those days there was the presence of MAJESTY.
FLUFFY butter milk pancakes, maple syrup, grits
And scrambled EGGS brimming on New porcelain plates.
Oh, how my taste buds screamed for more.
The fresh breakfast AROMA LINGERED.
The sweetest flavor of life.
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