Pizza Pleasures
Since, I was only a braided, wee bit of a thing….
Pizza, was even better than owning a diamond ring.
It was a taste of Italia and great camaraderie also….
We were joyful ano no time for pretentious snoberry.
I do confess to you I could eat Italian to this day…
Sausage, provolone, garlic, divine alchemy, any day!
Add a spellbinding, multicolored, melting candle…
The romantic centerpiece, was more than I could handle.
For decades, this delicious food, in my leaves me excited…
Today…..even the thought of it, makes me so delighted!
7/24/2024
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