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Salt Dear



Not a sophisticated treat as such
Salt’s savor holds a piquant, premium touch,
It adds an ample zest to any dish,
It cures and pickles anything you wish.

Its ambidextrous essence roars!
Just keep away from open sores.

February 22, 2021

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David Kavanagh

March 9, 2021 at 1:28 AM

Love your last stanza Margarita, earlier on in life, I had a job curing fresh animal hides in an abattoir, we had to spread coarse salt across the hides with our bare hands, and if you had any cuts at all, it was horrendous, your wonderful poem brings back that memory, thanks I think, cheers David

Margarita Lillico

March 9, 2021 at 9:01 AM

Thank you. I tell my grandson salt is a biting disinfectant:) M.