Aromas of her bake

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Aromas of her bake

We met

not quite set

her perfumes

flew over

to here

she smiled

not to beguile

or to snare

she was

as innocent

as a running hare

I smiled the pure

lady back

and she took

it for sure

we hit a string

like a deep sweet sting

she told me she had to bake

an exotic cake

she took the take

came back late

and said

here is your piece

dear please take

and you know

her sent aromas

wafting in air through her valleys

and left my heart and mind aflutter

and in a uncontrollable rally..........

in an uncontrollable rally.





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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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