am listening to morn story
it's all about food so many
I notice that group got belly
I sense they're still hungry
so I break out my good soup
put it in microwave; let it
let it spread its aroma, sweet
while they're still on it
I started eating, I can see
their eyes getting bigger
one ask me what am I having
noodles, shrimp, ham, veggies
with chili enough to make you
drop a sweat, forget all kisses
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I hope you shared. In fact I known that you did. Poets do that. You have a good eye for detail It is not common. Thank you. You are an entertainer. I estimate your age to be in the sixties. I am 85 and going strong.