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The incredible superpower
of the aroma of bacon frying
And the pungent scent
of fresh brewed coffee…
To me, this shouts out
…“Sunday morning! ”…
It has the power to move
The most sleepy persons
The power to lift leaden eyelids
The ability to make frowns
Turn to smiles and evoke memories
Of timeworn kitchen tables
And chipped coffee cups
And cold linoleum floors
No more or less
It’s childhood
It’s parents and grandparents
Old neighborhoods
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And yet all it truly is
Is a bit of aromatic vapor
Just bacon frying
Coffee brewin’
Anticipation
…And memories…
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