
It started as Arizona dreaming
Quiet Basil was hidden, scheming
Fennel seed kept sprouting
Mulling spices hid his outing
Paprika colored my desires
Aleppo pepper stirred the fires
Nutmeg bridged the gap
Lemongrass cured the flap
Preferring Vanilla over Tuscan sunset
Sunny Paris over Sea salt sweat
Decided my Mural of flavor
Needed mildness over savor.
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This one was fun. It also made me a bit hungry.
~Ornery Owl~
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Hope that’s a good thing
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Nice one!!! Perfectly spiced.
Much💛love
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Thanks much!
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Love it! ❤ ❤
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Your spicy poem is quite clever!!! I enjoyed it ….
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Cool!
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Wow! You hit this like a scatter gun. I didn’t verify, but it seems like you covered every one proffered. Well done… 🙂✌🏼❤️
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Thanks Not all but I was fun☺️
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A delightful and sensory combination! Thank you so much for participating in the prompt! 🙂
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Thanks. I love the DP prompts
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You’re welcome! I’m so pleased you do!
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A brilliant poem Cheryl.
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re most welcome my friend
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