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May 2014
your goose
in the oven
made the skin crispy
just like you insisted
the orange sauce
bubbles furiously
as the wild rice simmers
and the salad
won't get anymore tossed
while you serve
the chilled wine
ignore
those pitiful cries
from the poultry-less pup
even if the pudding’s
a bust
there’s no danger
of being underfed.
When I lived  with my parents  and daughter for a few years  after my husband's death , I cooked  a traditional several course  Sunday  dinner  almost  every week.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
512
   ---, paper boats and nivek
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