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The Gifts

Carrot arepas on the table, Busy hands in the kitchen, Little feet run amok across the house, And my mouth is full. They are delicious, She is the ideal wife, They are curious, And are a part of me. Venezuela gave me their food, Also her, Between us both we received them, And God is the gift giver!
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Jul 31, 2015
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Arepas are a delicious treat from Venezuela/Colombia.

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