Compote Poems - Poems about Compote

...Create a cheese platter. Cheddar in chunky cubes. Cream cheese combined with crab. Crispy crunchy crackers. Cherry compote with chopped cucumber and cas......

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...Il existe une confiture de myrtilles, Ne parlons pas de la succulente confitures de mûres, De la marmelade d’oranges, de la confiture de rhubarbe, Il existe des confitures rouges, des confitures v......

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... "The Muses" Allusions camouflaged confessions I have read them all, each page envelopes emptied turned inside out pockets of Poésies they sprinkle their mes......

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...Fruits Delicious with the flavors of colorful desserts. Attractive with its appearance.. Without love in raw tastes. Attractive with its ripe taste.. Collecting fruits. Cleaning the collect......

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... When archeologists dig up the bones, it's not likely that any of them moans, "Forgive me if I have you mis-gendered." Apple trees are by their fruit remembered. ---------- ......

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...Quote: "From deep within my heart I always catch the scent of my Beloved. How can I help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi She, an inhale of perfume on a summer day vacant as the scen......

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...A kiss from my mom each night on my forehead, A smile and a hug when I fall, from my dad, Forgiveness from my brother when I play with his toy-car, or from my sister when I eat the last candy from......

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...We reach Jukkasjarvi midday, and I am determined to have Swedish pancakes. Oh, yes, there is a café, and she is open! They arrive hot with berry compote. I lick the powdered sugar off the top, and ......

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...Monetary melodic monster men moving. Monumental morning then. Take no pillar to a bed. It is wiser to consume pillows. In vast quantities. One two three times a passing pear with tight curled hair. U......

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... If you were a pear, I'd be a compote. If you were an ice cream, I'd be a float. If you were an apple, I'd be a pie. If you were a picnic- I'd be a fly. ......

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...I REMEMBER GRANDMA I was sent to grandma’s place for a week And she greeted me and kissed my cheek I helped her to cook and the mess was no problem to her. Grey wisps of hair knitted b......

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...A tropical pavlova rice with plum compote caramel pecan sundae a lemon posset chocolate cheescake sweets for my Sweet!......

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...A horde of weary eyes at the false fountain of youth in demo against the fading of the majestic night; their hushed voice vibrates against my seat, as I enjoy the skyline while the silver moon......

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