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Author: * Neva Niafer -
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Date: Apr 28, 2007 - 17:56
Soups in Copper Cauldrons
A-bubbling away
But what shall my choice be
This first Eve of May?
A sprig of Rosemary
Potatoes cream white
With a wee bit of scallion,
To make it just right
Low and behold
As I sit down to sup
A glimmering Citrine
Comes forth from my cup?
Thankin' ye, Flidhais
Your soups are the best
For each one holds a treasure
We've truly been Blessed!
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