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I thought the Greeks Didn't like their greens But here I am Cooking a Greek-themed dinner With broccoli. Was I thinking the Romans?
I pause for a moment checking my pulse, just for kicks Drums set the pace that my heart readily follows   Momma tries to discuss the farmer’s market but relents
This place is hollow Musty lamps ignite the room The only thing to fill up space  Is noise of eating  chewing on bread 
I decided to make dinner for the first time To make it special I even added a splash of lime Everyones excided to see how it tastes Asking if its ready hopening to haste my pace Its time to eat
When I was but a young lass not very far in the past I remember sitting at the ramily table with food dishes around me glad my snomach was empty so I could eat until I was unable.
Presumptuous and regal thrice
Wrinkled but soft Aged and veiny Her hands have raised us Tonight they stir spaghetti, Hang wet clothes, Wash the dishes. And how beautiful they are.   It’s said to be heaven
Breakfast, lunch, dinner. The most important thing is, Eat the right amount.
  I guess Tomorrow was yours, too Because you took it from My Hands, How arrogant so yesterday couldn’t fill you and you could not be hungry, yes
On the silver chandelier, there's a swinging spider monkey Wearing a captain's hat, and waving a broomstick. Jeffrey tells his mother, in the politest of tones, "Mr. Jumps is at it again!"
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