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Comfort Food

Beating eggs in a bowl,

dough forms around the beaters~

hands shape a loving loaf of pure goodness.

Butter, cream and potatoes mashed~

beans snapped,

the air is filled with wondrous smells~

Comfort food.

© annettealaine-2013

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Oh, great...

...I have to read this, even before I've had breakfast (which, by the way, will consist only of decaf coffee, Egg Beaters--which have no relation to eggs-- and maybe half a slice of wheat toast).  Thanks a bunch, AT.

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Nice poem.  Of course, now

Nice poem.  Of course, now I'm hungry.  ~nan

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Mmmmm.

Mmmmm.