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Jan 2022
Cook for me,
put things in the ***
that make my tongue go
Hello Dolly!

Rock ‘n’ roll flavours
savoury sweet and acid hot
so lips smack and I get lost

It’s not the quantity that counts
just the beguiling intensity
of spice blends, herbs
and the nerve to let the metal smoke
Dave Robertson
Written by
Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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   Wk kortas, vb and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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