La Poems - Poems about La

Alternatively, to incorporate eggs by hand: Let dough cool in saucepan, stirring frequently, until it registers 145°F on an instant-read thermometer. Add eggs 1 at a time, stirring well between additions until each egg is fully incorporated before adding the next, until a smooth, shiny paste forms. Use choux right away, or hold at room temperature...

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Using a fruit and veggie jucier juice 1 small onion 2 clove of garlic 3 medium cucumber 1/2 cup of apple 1/2 lemon 1 Tablesoon of fresh rosemary measure 1 cup add to 1 cup of milk makes 2 cups of Savory Mil------------------ ------------------------------------------------ 1 cup savory milk (recipe above) 1/2 cup (minus 2 Tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes 4 teaspoons sugar 1 teaspoon table...

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in a springg board pan layer a graham cracker crust with graham crackers and shortbread cookies 2 cup of graham crackers 2 cups of shortbread cookie 1 c of butter 3 cups of softened cream cheese 2 cups of melted butter pecan ice-cream 1/2 cup of sugar 3 eggs 4 tablespoons of cornstarch 2 tablespoons of flour 1 teaspoon of vanilla 3 tablespoon of nut liquer 1/2 of...

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I’m … (thus told) oft’ purveyor of a pen drowning in the anguish of the heart … bulletin: love - not always love love - always pain always - all ways … wherever, whatever, WHOever the soul divides for, consumed, one day … lost to time’s bitter casualty - forever’s coda, postscript of existentialist id … not an iota escapes the darkest of fates ALL is impermanent and sorrow, the outcome … in...

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¿Hay alguien más leal que un perro? ¿¡Hay alguien que te espere en la puerta de tu casa moviendo su colita!? Aquel día a ese animalito al que alguna vez llame hijo no me esperaba más en la puerta de mi casa , pensé por un instante que se había escondido porque haci solíamos jugar pero...

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From the dark shadows of the past to the unfair justice of this cruel world lies every new day that passes by around the shores of the flowing river, like a gentle wind it flows traveling with all the armies of water like soldiers on the battlefield, long live the 300 spartans such a terrifying...

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I thought: why not write a love poem, everyone is doing it, how hard can it be? First, I need a woman (let's not drag my wife into this exercise), a pet dog or cat perhaps. Maybe some sexual content (best to rule out the dog and cat). Once I wrote about a certain flower remarking upon its sprays of golden showers, some smart ass wrote...

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VIDEO DESCRIPTION The ballad of a French artist who longs to paint the indescribable—the beautiful delicate, elusive hues of his sightless Lover’s eyes as he endeavours to describe them to her. Haunted by her eyes in the many hues of nature, he’s exasperated that his every brush stroke defies all his attempts to capture their essence....

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2025.03.06 Dear God, I humbly kneeled in front of you. Please blessed and protected me. I have lived many years, Why did I develope this feelings? To someone who had heart of coals. I wished I could resolve and remove, All the emotional pain, And stick to my single life's plan. Tomorrow will be another day again, From sun rises to sun sets. All I want is...

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Her hair, radiant sun yellow, infused with vaporous blue-violet, tipped with the softness of orange flame. Her warmth fills the room as she dances, mesmerizing, alive, untamed. La Fiamma— a beautiful, dangerous companion, her touch igniting plank and passion. Now face to face, her breath is hot, enticing, so inviting. Not too close, she is fire. ...

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Oceanic moonlight, glows on her soft hands. Her heavenly torso so at rest on cool sands. Penning romantic poetry...

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Who could find the sheer temerity? To wallow in such ( sin-serity )...

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My skin crawls as I watch a hand, disembodied, reach yet again into the Tollhouse bag. Bright, artificial yellow. It burns my eyes. Countless chocolate chips are shoveled down my gullet as if crumbs to a wretched, starving creature. I’m only jarred out of my sinful haze by catching si th r of my reflection. That face staring back at me -...

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There’s children growing up that believe the stars sound like crickets chirping, for their only exposure to these sources of wonder are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves and soundtracks overlaying simulations. The night they know is bright as day, lit by “satellite internet constellations” or fogged out by the price of progress. They don’t understand what it is to stare upwards and...

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Viva la Difference! What women love the most about gentlemen Is not just that they are heroic, But that they ARE men. For, in the company of women she is reminded she is the same - A daughter, a mother, a female friend... While in the company of men, she is reminded she is a woman - a different be - ing, ...

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