No matter how hard I try, I still can't duplicate that exact wonderful taste of that beautiful woman's specialty. Her Italian sauce/gravy was to die for. I can still smell it!
I can still smell it mom's famous spaghetti sauce 'twas scent...from heaven Senryu On Mother Poetry Contest Sponsored by Jenish Somades 1/2/2020
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