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I am dying long long time ago on my mind My confessions. Thank God it had arrived To be read, to be criticised, it's hard to find, With cook food without a Soup, without a crowd With no one to taste my cook without a soup, I nearly abandoned the art of cooking. Looking for where on earth to find a free soup; The hardest to be fall me, as I keep looking I am not the only one with bare food: no, no, no! We were many across with high hope, Searching, begging, appealing, to be provIed. But from nowhere poetry come with poetry Soup There is no one stopping us now dear poetry, For everyone will teste, eat, from every country.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/10/2015 4:26:00 AM
Umar, there are lots of hungry poets who are eager to taste of everyone's cooking, and lots of chefs who want to share their written recipes. Well done, Chef!
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Umar Kakamu Aliyu
Date: 11/10/2015 4:49:00 PM
Hmm, Lin Lane, we were all of us.

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