Twisted Doughnut Shop Poem by Kinsley Lee
Twisted Doughnut Shop
The alley, with its oil-infused aroma,
When the scent of fried bread filled,
To the children in the neighbor, the browned and well-done
Color and sweet taste, it lured
Them. The small and old shop by the street, the memories
Of bygone days're been coming
Up. Today on sidewalk by shop, with my young grandson,
My old memories, we are sharing.
(Dec.,23rd,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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