Remains of the Day The remains of the day, were once the main course. Rich delicacies, plated in full view. Presented to savor, to look on with delight. Aromas let loose, filled the vacuous airways. Can’t chew it slowly, for flavors awaken senses. A mind full of thoughts, now focused on morsels. Touching the palate, […]
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