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The Chef

The chef stands before his pot With measured ingredients in their lot The garlic and chilli tease As the cooking meal looks to please Practice now makes the dish As the table set to a tasting wish Pasta, chilli and mussels done with care Is there a place for me for such a fare? © Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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