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Scent of The Good Life

Smoke rises in every direction, staining blue skies with pale shades of grey; Molten coals--they deliver convection, to the meats laid an orderly way, busily emanating aromatic bouquets. Termed 'Barbecues' or 'Pickin's--by plain folk, toiling sunrise till often sunset; to dispense the real magic in hot smoke, produced by mere gas or briquette, and the labors of pure human sweat. In the end, wafting smoke teases senses, anticipating succulence traced; to 'cookouts' that sometimes mend fences, tween those who oft gather in haste, for that scent of 'the good life,' in taste!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/1/2018 7:20:00 PM
Congrats, Michael. Love the smell of cooking out. Well deserved.
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Date: 3/30/2018 8:18:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Michael. Well done.
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Date: 3/30/2018 5:07:00 PM
I enjoyed reading your work. Thank you for your participation in the contest. Congrats on it being on the winners' list. Sara
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Date: 3/30/2018 12:41:00 PM
such vivid imagery Michael i can almost smell those scents:-) congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx
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Date: 3/30/2018 12:03:00 PM
The wafty smoke is indeed nice ... congratulations on your nice win ...
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Date: 3/29/2018 10:00:00 PM
Congratulations on your win, Michael! Have a wonderful Easter Hugs Eve
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Date: 3/29/2018 8:15:00 PM
Congratulations on your win with this poem of memories!
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Date: 3/6/2018 3:16:00 PM
Your imagery and empathy are amazing. Good read.
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