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"marinaras" poems
Oh, the jar exults high holding what we find to be dear Oh, the marinaras keen zest, umami, and as I close my eyes I hum the hunger tune. Oh, but without the curved ridge and open space the sauce would never grace my face The jar! The jar, the vehicle of delicious who was passed through many hands and crafted with hot sand. Oh, tomato, garlic, and onion so sweet and delivered neat, for me to eat.
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
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Ode to Marinara
Oh, the jar exults high holding what we find to be dear Oh, the marinaras keen zest, umami, and as I close my eyes I hum the hunger tune. Oh, but without the curved ridge and open space the sauce would never grace my face The jar! The jar, the vehicle of delicious who was passed through many hands and crafted with hot sand. Oh, tomato, garlic, and onion so sweet and delivered neat, for me to eat.
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