the travelling gourmet
it’s truly a blessing
to have gourmand caressing
for breakfast, rillettes and st. marcellin get served
for lunch, duck noodles soup elicited mirth
for dinner, we get cuchon from market around the curve
donc – one makes poetry food
the other makes food poetry smacking good…
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