The Dish

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The sun was shining

A gentle breeze

My early morning

Run, with dog

When chance

Jumped out

And I was lost

In pleasant reverie

A gorgeous male

Was standing there

A silhouette of Adonis

My maiden’s heart

Gave gentle flutter

At this, a sight to see

But I am sure

That if love would bloom

On such a chance encounter

Then this God would surely fall

And be an utter bas�?.*

Ah, but such imaginings

I yearned and burned in love

If only such a gift to find

This dish

Sublime

Were mine

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©EMG