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coarse Westphalian fare
rye of flour and berry
endowed with a deep
rich brown earthen
aroma hinting its
peasant born history
soured but slightly
fermented by starter
a savory staple with
ham and a full bodied beer
makes a fine hearty lunch
or for lighter indulgence
with gouda green grapes
and a crisply cooled Riesling
seldom does poetry
celebrate food but
sometimes the muse
arrives hungry
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Blue cheese and olives sandwich. Haven’t found real Pumpernickle bagels for quite a while. Fine free verse; the poem to my ear moves fast like someone describing something he’s about to eat. Wait, make that “it’s about to eat.”
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I miss the bakeries of my youth
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haha especially love the ending! 🙂
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*smile*
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Love it …now I’m hungry!
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ha ha – me, too
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Fabulous ending, Paul!
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glad you enjoyed it LuAnne
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