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More than one chicken watch RotissEerie flick in a kitchen (while sittin’). The plot might thicken. Dead meat is envisioned; its killer is hidden.

This poem’s based on a meme posted by Debbie Nickles; http://facebook.com/photo/?fbid=4082500238512386&set=a.143162362446213 leads to this meme that tickles.

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Hot cocoa bombs: they warm and they calm, looking like bonbons.

In mugs and mouths: they belong. Drinkable like espresso, with heated milk they will flow. With more than one marshmallow, they make people feel mellow. ******* Update: In its 2/26/21 issue, Orangevale View published my poem “Hot Cocoa Bombs”. The … Continue reading

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Stawberries covered in chocolate are cute like a locket.

Edible like an omelet, they’re a February topic. To make these treats is to make tasty art. Smaller than Pop-Tarts, they look like sweet hearts. They’re very much enjoyed, savored, or scarfed on Valentine’s Day (weeks before March). Short version: … Continue reading

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Hot cocoa bombs: they warm and they calm. They’re darker than a swan.

In a mug and mouth: they belong. Drinkable like espresso, with heated milk they will flow. Hotter than jello, they’ve got more than one marshmallow. Alternate verse: Drinkable like espresso, they’re smoother than velcro. Hotter than jello, they’ve got more … Continue reading

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On tortilla chips, melted cheese drips during National Nachos Day (November six).

With ingredients mixed and that smack the lips, Ignacio Anaya created this dish. Named after his nickname, nachos are so delish. Deals on this meal for this day may exist.

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Marshmallows in a mug look like clouds from above.

They seem more snug with hot chocolate or fudge: enjoyed very much (pleasing the taste buds), for those we hug and especially love. Alternate version: Marshmallows in a mug look like clouds from above. They seem more snug with hot … Continue reading

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Recipe sounds like resippy in order to encourage sipping (to know if something’s ready or if flavor is missing).

Hopefully what is sipped will taste uplifting and helps lead to a happy Thanksgiving!

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At a luncheon, people are munching what’s cooked in an oven and served with stuffing.

A pie that’s got pumpkin (more filling than a muffin) is another something worth sharin’ and lovin’.

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No drink is nicer than apple cider (refreshing many including an outsider).

Lifting spirits higher, able to inspire, apple cider could be an appetizer.

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Recipe sounds like resippy in order to encourage sipping. Hopefully

there will be no double dipping.

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