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"Oh, Dear!" Poetry Soup
I'll die to taste, To take a spoon
To add my spice, enhance the group
To copyright my words, As part of a recipe for soup
Of Honesty, Upon Honesty
To bare all ingredients, Leaving no modesty
I produce no GMO'S, As I simmer and stir
The Aroma you smell, Your senses concur
A Blend of Herbs, I add with no debate
Served on a Plate, For your Buds to Taste
Mouth watering Masterpiece, I will create
Digesting it all, Finishing all on your plate
Your expression says it all, Its written on your face
Now serving Poetry, Soup on your plate
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