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Abbigail Carbajal Poem
I have Cured the wok, so let us begin,
put it on high heat, and now let it be.
Get sesame oil and just pour it in
It burns quickly, work like a honeybee
add what you’d like beef,pork,chicken or all.
Add soy sauce and love, don’t forget ginger
Don’t wait, make a vegetable roll call
Be careful, try not to burn a finger
Add in the noodles,once it’s well cooked
Remove from the heat and set it apart
One taste of this drug and they'll be hooked
Step back, breathe, admire what you make is art.
Just as a painting; food tells a story
Soothe your palate and Savor the glory
Copyright © Abbigail Carbajal | Year Posted 2015
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Abbigail Carbajal Poem
I wonder why I long for city lights.
I wonder why I envy city life.
I wonder why I miss the starless nights,
when memories cut like a sharpened knife.
I shall always treasure my childhood home.
Since i only have one to share with you,
let’s give it away and forever roam.
We can get an internal revenue.
We can move freely in this fast pace dream,
Together we can create our new life,
and we’ll eat Neapolitan ice cream.
We’ll do it all before the afterlife.
Don't be sad, just wait, let the day begin,
I promise that together we will win.
Copyright © Abbigail Carbajal | Year Posted 2015
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